The Walter Boys Assistant

Chapter 13: Three Rules

That was the quietest car ride you have ever experienced in your life. The tension was practically tangible in the air. You have never found a five minute drive so uncomfortable before. George was tense the whole way, his fingers tightly fitted around the curve of the steering wheel, the bill of his hat covering his eyes. Alex remained silent and unmoving in the back. They hadn't spoken a word since you got in the truck.

George at least helped his son scrounge up Kiley's bike from the ditch and throw it in the bed with the other bike. So, you at least didn't have to worry about returning for it later. That was the least of your concerned, racing thoughts.

Like how Cole is bringing Jackie back. What was that going to entail of? You and Alex were finally getting back to a sense of normalcy and now his ex-girlfriend is going to come back into play?

These thoughts have been rampaging through your mind, causing it to throb in blinding agony. Between the crash and now this, you believed it ready to implode at any given moment. So much was happening and you are unsure of what to make of any of it.

"I'll handle the bikes. You two get inside and care for (Y/n)'s wounds before we talk as a family." George says as he puts the truck in park outside the house, rubbing his forehead out of pure exhaustion. You nod, slipping out of the passenger seat. Alex had insisted you sit up front, claiming it would be a better ride for you.

Definitely not an excuse to stay clear of his dad, right? These thoughts are growing tiresome, you find yourself adding in.

You drop to the ground and cuss under your breath, feeling a sting emanating from your ankle.

"Here." Alex speaks, walking from behind and puts his arm around your waist. You look to him in a brief exchange. Each step up the porch somehow becomes worse than the last. It's no surprise that once you reach the front door, you are hobbling, taking favor to your right ankle.

"Easy, put your weight on me." Alex orders when you nearly fall. The strength of his arm around your waist catches you, with the other swinging around to catch you if all else failed.

"Whoa! What the hell happened to you?" Isaac exclaims as he pops into view around the living room wall, Lee following after.

"Bike accident." Alex answers for you. He seems to believe you are unable to speak in your current state. Anytime you try to talk, he seems to take the words right out of your mouth.

"As in a bicycle?" Lee snickers. You will never hear the end of this one given the look on the boys' faces when they realize you, a fifteen year old girl, fell riding a bike.

"Shut up, Lee." You sneer out, pointing a nasty glare in his direction while Alex continues taking you further, coming to his room. He pushes the door wide open, coming to find Nathan resting on his bed, fiddling with the strings of his guitar.

"Hey, did you hear that Cole- What happened?!" Nathan begins to speak, not a glance to either of you until Alex guides you to his bed. He eases you into a sitting position as you sprawl your right leg out straight to remove all weight from that hurting ankle. "(Y/n), are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I just crashed Kiley's bike." The words come naturally as Alex disappears back out of the room in one swift movement.

"Yikes. That looks painful." Nathan gestures to your knee and you look to see the dirt covered, bloody scrape.

"It was stupid. I didn't see the pothole in front of me until I was right on top of it." You divulge as Nathan places his guitar flat across his bed prior to ushering himself over, checking your hands.

"At least nothing broke." He offers up what sounds to be good news.

You make a face. "That we know of. My ankle is killing me."