Remember Me

Chpt 4: The Drive

Diana

                     Above is a picture of the mansion.

Fuck! My head hurts so badly. It doesn't help that I'm getting jolted around. I am nice and comfy though. Wait.  Why the fuck am I moving? I lean up and immediately regret it. My head. A hand comes up to grab the back of my head. "Woah there, you gotta be more careful than that, gorgeous." Who the fuck is that? I slowly open my eyes to see richy. Now I know why I was so comfy, my head was leaning on his arm.

"Richy?" I say confused. He raises an eyebrow as he says, "Who is richy?" Shit, I didn't mean to call him that. That was my nickname for him. My head really hurts. 

I fell the back of my stomach burning badly. What the fuck? I don't bruise myself that bad. I do run into furniture very often in my apartment.

I remember. The plane. The gunshot, fuck. All I remember is getting shot, richy running, and then passing out. Oh, also the pain, I remember the pain. 

The man who shot me got shot. Shit, richy shot him. I am in the same car as a killer. Ok, don't freak out Diana. I am just going to act like everything is normal and question this guy later. I mean, he did save my life after all.

"Where are we going and why am I in the back of a limo?" A very nice limo if I do say so myself.

"We are heading to my house and you are in the back of my limo because Griffin talked me out of getting a helicopter to fly you to my place." He looked almost pleased with himself as he said that. Again, didn't know who Griffin was either. This dude seriously needed to inform me on everything.

"When we get to your "house", you are going to tell me everything, mister." He then smiles at me saying, "Sure darling." Darling? Who is the fuck this guy? 

"How long was I out?" He looked at me and said, "about a full day." Excuse me? A full day? He must be joking. "How!?" He smirked. "Like you said, I will explain everything once were inside." 

"When will that be, your driveway must be a mile long." He for real looked at me and said, "Patience you must have, my young padawan." Huh? Is that from a movie. I feel like I should know what that means, but I dont.

"You don't get it, do you?" He said with an amused look on his face. I wasn't going to let him think I was uneducated in the movie genre, so I said, "Men and their Star Trek quotes" sounding annoyed. Ha, that should make him shut up.

We continue for another minute, when I hear richy crying. I look over at him. He has literal tears in his eyes. Oh, shit what did I do now. I'm so stupid. He's literally gasping for air, when he snorts. 

I narrow my eyes at him. Then he just decides to let it all out. He laughs so hard that he doubles over and has to clutch his stomach. What the fuck is wrong with this guy? "What's so funny?" In the middle of his laughing fit, he points at me. I can tell he's trying to say you, but his laughter interrupts him again.

Shit, I said the wrong movie series, didn't I? It was Star Wars, not Star Trek. Well how was I supposed to know? I don't have time to watch Star Wars. I did watch the first one though. It was pretty good.

Normally, when someone laughs at me, I  glare at them or ignore them. But how could you when he's laughing like that?  His laugh literally sounds like angels are laughing at me. I want to record this and put it on my spotify playlist, but I know if I did, I would skip every song just to hear that sound again.

I can't let him know that I actually like his laugh though, so I glare at him. Spoiler alert, it doesn't do anything. He keeps on laughing until we drive up to the house.

It was dark outside, but not dark enough that I couldn't see the details of the house. There were magnolia trees lining the long driveway. I could see the lights from inside. There were a lot of lights, meaning there was a lot of rooms, which made me wonder, "Do you live here alone?" That made him chuckle. "Nope, me and my best friend live here."

Everything that I was going to say, disappears when I look up to see his "house." "Holy shit." How dare he tell me his house was a, well, house. It was the biggest fricken mansion I've ever seen in my life, that includes my endless searches of overpriced houses on Zillow.

Either this guy was rich, or he knew someone that was rich. "Is that your house?" He then grins at me. I'm guessing that's a yes. "Its the most beautiful house I've ever seen." That was the truth. 

Once we pull into the garage, he stops laughing for a moment to say, "don't move." Sure thing. He gets out of the car and runs to my side opening my door for me. I try to stop the smile that appears on my face when he does that. I get out of the car. "Thank you." I really need to know this guys name.

I try and hide the limp that I have, thanks to my gunshot wound, but he notices immediately. He grabs my waist and picks me up to bridal carry me. I'm not going to lie, this was 100 times more comfy than walking. I'm not going to let him know that though. 

I start to say put me down when he says,  " I know your going to say something dumb like, put me down, but don't even think about it. It physically pains me to watch you limp towards the door " 

He starts carrying me to the massive front door. I was still thinking about that garage and how big it was. That thing could hold 20 cars easily. 

I think I'm just going to ignore my bodies reaction to him carrying me and the way I fit perfectly in his arms, because if I think too much into it, I might start going down a rabbit hole. After all, he is just the hottest man I have ever put my eyes on, right? Right.