Inside The Lines

| Chapter 13 |

Chapter 13 |  I Was Sixteen

          After a quiet drive to Flynn's house we rushed inside. The house was empty. Quiet. Which felt unusual. I took a seat on the couch while Flynn ran off to find something to stop the bleeding.

It was Flynn's fault. He caught me off guard with that whole thing in the treehouse. I couldn't think straight. When I see him rush back into the room I tense up because he's holding a rag and a bottle of alcohol.

Flynn kneels down to hold up my leg. My jeans now had rips and tears in them that weren't intentional.

"Could you take off your pants?" He asks.

"Woah at least invite me to dinner first." I tease and he rolls his eyes.

"Okay but seriously you want me to sit in my underwear?"

"There's a blanket next to you. I won't look I promise." He says with a very unconvincing smile.

"Ugh, fine, just turn around."

Flynn turns his back towards me to give me a chance to undress. I quickly do so. Though it hurts to pass over the wound. I could finally see the damage. It was nothing but a few scrapes and bruises along my calve.

"Okay." I say after sitting back down and putting the blanket over me.

"This is going to hurt." He warns me.

"Just do it." I said squeezing my eyes shut.

I clench my fists as the rag drenched in alcohol hits my leg. I try to ignore the pain by focusing on something else in that moment. Nothing comes to mind other than Flynn who was taking care of my injury.

"Do you like helping people?" I ask.

Flynn is focused on my leg. "Not really."

The pain subsides as Flynn wipes the area clean one last time.

"Oh." I said, nervously biting my lip. "Thank you by the way."

"It's no problem."

"Umm...would it be weird if I borrowed a pair of sweatpants?" I questioned.

"We can check my room."

Before I get up from the couch with only a blanket to cover my lower half the front door swings open. Three boys talking over each other burst through it. It was Collin, Ricky and Zane.

Flynn and I exchange glances. Probably thinking the same exact thing.

What the hell were they doing here?

"Romee?" Collin stutters and freezes in place.

"You've got to be kidding me." Zane says in utter disapproval.

"What are you doing home this early?" Flynn asks, crossing his arms.

"I could ask you the same thing." Zane growls.

"Well don't." Flynn answers, his face turns stone cold.

The boys carry on upstairs without another word. It felt awkward. Knowing they didn't want me around.

"That was embarrassing." I tell Flynn.

"They'll get over it." He adds.

When we got to Flynn's room he searches his drawers to find me a pair of sweatpants. After fishing them out, he gently tosses them my way and leaves the room so I can change. It's no surprise, they were too big but I manage to get the strings tight enough so they wouldn't fall.