Lies

Chapter 8

When I came to, I noticed I was in a hospital bed. I panicked and tried to get up, but a hand stopped me.

"Skyla, there's no need to rush. You're going to be fine." I turned my head and saw Thomas sitting in a chair next to the bed. He looked tired and guilt filled me.

"Wha- what am I doing here?" I stretched my arms over my head and flinched when I felt a bruise on my wrist. I was too busy checking myself that I didn't notice the silence. I turned to look at Thomas and saw him trying to avoid my eyes.

"Thomas?" He sighed and I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Well, I heard you scream. I walked around the house and saw you and Gerald gone. His car was gone and I panicked. I decided to go to his house as a precaution. He was there alright. I watched as he entered the house with you in his arms. I had called the police and entered the house. It didn't take me long until I found you in a corner. The paramedics came just a bit later. They took Gerald and, because you were passed out, took you too." I sat quietly as my memory blasted everything into full focus. I started shaking and curled up into a ball.

"Is...he alright?" I whispered my words slowly, for fear of hearing bad news. Thomas scowled and nodded his head.

"The Doc said he was going to be fine. Anyways you're good to go. Nurse said you only had minor injuries. You need a ride?" I was relieved that Gerald wasn't dead, but I was furious. I looked towards Thomas' extended hand and let him help me stand up. My legs felt like jelly and it took me a while before I could stand by myself.

"So when can we go?" Thomas shrugged.

"I guess we wait till the nurse releases us." We talked and waited for half an hour until finally the nurse came. We walk out toward his car. Unlike Gerald, who boasted about his car, Thomas appreciated having his car. I slipped into the blue Mercedes and noticed that it was well taken care of.

As the engine started I decided to take a quick nap. It was only minutes before we arrived at my house. I opened the door and stepped out of the car. As I planted my feet on the firm ground, a pounding started in my head. I stumbled and fell on the ground. Thomas cane running and lifted me off the ground.

"You okay?" I shook my head quickly.

"Nope. Not okay. I feel...sick." I leaned my head against him and tried calming my frayed nerves by smelling something familiar. It seemed to make it worse because at that moment I felt my heart racing. I tried pulling in air, but I started choking.

"Skyla?! Breathe!" He patted my back and I finally sucked in a big gulp of air. My breaths were ragged and I tried steadying my heart beat. When I was calm, Thomas helped me stand and, with his help, I made it inside my room. I sat on the edge of the bed and sighed.

"Uh- Thomas, is it okay if I asked you to stay with me. There's a spare room down the hall to the right." Thomas just shook his head and walked toward me. He sat beside me.

"Sky, I'm not leaving you. Even if I have to sleep on the floor, I'm staying with you." He raised a hand and stroked my cheek. Before I even saw it coming, he kissed me. I pulled away and shook my head.

"I can't do this Thomas. I still have feelings for Gerald you know." I pulled my legs toward me and hugged myself. Thomas grabbed me and looked me in the eye.

"You still have feelings for that freak even after he tried to råpë you?!" I winced. Thomas stopped yelling and ran his fingers through his hair.

"I'm sorry." I picked off invisible pieces of lint off my clothes.

"It's okay, but do remember, we all make mistakes. We're not all perfect." I got off the bed and walked to the window. The night was coming in quickly. I sit on the window sill and stare at the setting sun.

"Skyla, I really am sorry." I flinched when Thomas came closer to me.

"I know it's just," I gulped, "I can't believe Gerald would do anything like that to me." The tears came hard. I sobbed for what seemed like forever. By the time I stopped I had started sleeping. I felt soft blankets beneath me and sweet words being whispered to me. I knew Thomas was reassuring me, and I believed him...for a little while.