I Can't See The Sky...

14. Drama Is The Way I Roll.

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(Kylie's POV)

I waited.

And waited.

And waited.

But, the pain never came.

Reluctantly, I opened my eyes. Losing my thought process when I took in the familiar aquamarine eyes, staring right back at me.

"Kylie! Are you okay? Did he hurt you? Is everyth-"

I wrapped my arms around Ryder cutting him off.

"Thank you." I sobbed on his shoulder. "I'm so so sorry. Ryder, I messed up..."

Tears began to fall as soon and Ryder wrapped his arms around me.

"It's okay," he mumbled into my hair. "You're okay. We're okay."

He rubbed my back and kept muttering nonsense into my hair, but it didn't change the face that he was there.

"I missed you." I told him finally, pulling back to study his face.

"I missed you, too."

Suddenly, I was tackled by a blinding flash of yellow.

"Where have you been, idiot?!" Daisy demanded, not looking too happy.

"She nearly just got assaulted." Ryder commented coldly. "Who are you?"

"Daisy Mace. I'm a boxer." She held out her hand. "You?"

Ryder inspected it for a moment before he accepted it.

"Ryder Arden. I play football."

Daisy looked a little pissed.

"The American kind?"

"No, the soccer kind."

Immediately, a wide smile spread across Daisy's face, and she looked ready to hug Ryder.

"Okay, we can be friends."

"Good to know." I butted in.

Ryder turned to me and smirked.

"Aw, girl! You really really shouldn't have done that. See, I was just coming up with a spectacular buddy-handshake for Daisy and me, but now that you've reinstated your presence..." His smile disappeared and his eyes turned dark and stormy. "You have a lot of explaining to do."

"But, nothing's wrong!" I blurted out. "This is just a pass time, see? And I-"

Ryder's eyes turned the shade of a nightsky.

"Those stitches on your face are because of this. Yes, or no?"

"That's not the point, I-"

"Yes, or no?" Ryder questioned.

"Yes." I mumbled.

"Well, to be fair, I was the one who gave them to her and-"

"Shut up." Ryder snapped at Daisy.

"Hey, that's not nice!"

"Yeah, so sue me. Bruises on your jaw, because of this?"

"Yes." I said quietly.

"Black eye?"

"Yep."

"Today's incident."

I nodded at my feet.

"Drunken fistfight?"

My head shot up.

"How did you know?"

"I'm going to take that as a yes."

I didn't say anything.

"Why?" Ryder asked. "What's made you jump of the rails like this?"

Silence.

"So, you're not going to talk then? We're playing a silent game?"

Nothing.

"I know how to make you talk."

He pulled out his phone, and before I realised what was happening, whoever he called picked up the phone.

"Keith," my stomach dropped so far, so fast I genuinely looked down to see if I'd lost it. "I've found your girlfriend."

Ryder turned to me and pointed at the door behind him.

And sure enough, a tanned, lean, curly-haired figure walked in. And the sheer shock on his face was enough to knock the air out of me.

"Kylie?!"

I wanted to run. I wanted to turn tail and sprint as fast, and as hard as I could out of here.

"Ke-Keith." I choked out, finally.

"This is what you've been doing? A bar fight club?"

Ryder snorted.

"That's not all. Your girlfriend over here has even gotten into a drunken fistfight. And she was drunk too, when that occured. I swear she's lived more than we have."

Daisy suddenly tensed beside me.

"Girlfriend? Is this- Are you Keith?" She asked, looking at him.

Keith nodded.

"I don't believe we've met."

"We haven't. I'm Daisy. Kylie's friend. She's told me that you guys were out of town. How...?"

She let the question hang in the air.

"We came back day before yesterday. Kylie was apparently at the gym when we did."

I felt myself shrink.

Daisy seemed to understand, and she tried putting her arm around me, but I flinched away from her.

Hurt bolted across her face, but she hid it quickly.

Suddenly, my vision began to tunnel, and my head began to ache really, really badly. Everything sounded distant and far away as I doubled over and clutched at my head.

"Kylie! Kylie!" I could tell the person was shouting, but it sounded like whoever it was was shouting from the next planet.

My vision continued to deteriorate, but suddenly it cleared enough for me to spot a tiny prick of blood on my hand.

The pieces snapped together, creating a sickening picture, before the pain returned and everything went black.