Blurb
My head was pounding violently with fierce pain and my arm was aching. I couldn't move because every time I did my ribs felt like they were being split into thousands of little pieces. I have no idea where I am. Wait. I remember.
At that moment my mum walked in "Sweety"
"Where's Liam?" I asked
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Ruby was a cheerful girl. She never cared about what people thought of her, until that dreadful day.
When her family takes a holiday to stay with old friends she meets smart, caring, super sexy Percy. Will he help her face her long list of fears or will his secrets join it?
Chapter 1
My name is Ruby. I am 17. I live in Tungara.
I sat up suddenly, the memories of that haunting day fresh in my mind. It’s like a horror movie replaying over and over again in my head.
It never works. Whatever the doctors prescribe me, or mum's friends say I should try. It never works. And my physco therapist? He doesn't work either. I should give up; let the dark clouds of my past engulf me in sadness. The only thing standing in my way for that is my mother. My mother, the only thing in the world I can afford to trust. The one person I love who hasn't perished.
I was 6 years old when my father died. My mum went into a stage of utter protection. Everywhere I went (which was only school or family business) my mother had to know what I was doing, when I was doing it, and how I was doing it. I couldn't blame her really. She knew what was best for me. She always has.
I get out of my warm safe bed. My slippers and dressing gown, placed neatly on the floor next to it. I get up, walk around my ever so boring room and stop in the center. The pale green walls look like baby sick, and the cream carpet like washed up sand. It's not inspirational, or any other valuable necessity a teenager needs from their room. Yet it’s also the place I escape to whenever I want to just block the whole world out. It was the place Liam and I could just relax in and study.
Liam. His name brings back all those terrible memories. I jam my eyes closed, attempting to push all those unwanted thoughts to the back of my head.
Standing there in the middle of the room was surprisingly relaxing, just staring into space and thinking.
“Sweet heart, are you getting ready?” my mum called up to me. I blinked, returning to the real world. Damn, I have school today, I nearly forgot.
It’s my first day back since the accident. I’ve had the past two weeks off, mainly for medical reasons. You know, make sure I heal properly and all that. Also I convinced mum to let me stay home a little longer.
I was supposed to go back the day before yesterday, but I wasn’t ready to face everyone. People asking dreadful questions about what happened and how it happened.
During the two weeks I was home I never had time to properly grieve. Too many doctors coming into my room to make sure I was healing well, plus my mum was checking on me every five minutes. She is so protective of me and I love her for it, but sometimes I need my space. So I never cried when I found out or even at the funeral. But as soon as I was alone in my private sanctuary, all the tears started to flood my eyes. And for the last two nights I’ve cried myself to sleep each time, just thinking about it and how innocent Liam was and how he never deserved what happened.
I walked over to my drawer, scratching through it in a lazy attempt of finding my uniform.
“Mum, where is my uniform?” I said as I walked down the stairs. She was at the bottom, leaning against the railing laughing at me. Then I saw it neatly folded and ironed in her hands.
