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I'm not scared of shit at least of people, that's what I had thought before this exact moment. Fear is an innate thing that even a dumbass coma can't even knock out of me.
I plan to somehow secure Rick's phone from him to search for any form of evidence from that night. Yet I feel like a coward, I can't even bring myself to breathe properly in this car right now.
Maybe it was all a facade since I woke up. This shit was never real, and I think deep down I knew it. This whole tough girl persona was just a hard shell on a turtle's back.
After the coma protecting myself became all I knew from predators and I have a feeling that Rick will be the one thing that cracks my shell.
we go on a long drive and Rick doesn't say a word despite him saying he just wants to talk.
I watch the scenery calmly out the car window and as he drives the woods get thicker and thicker. I take in the long evergreen trees despite it being winter and they give some sort of comfort that I desperately need right now.
all of a sudden he starts tapping and drumming on the steering wheel a low hum coming through.
I spot his phone on the panel in a cup holder and I zero in on it before quickly averting my eyes.
after a few minutes, he pulls up and parks at an interesting clearing that looks like it used to be a gas station
It is quiet for a moment before the silence of everything begins to irritate me.
"Rick, what the fuck do you want? I know what you all did having a sit down with me is not going to change my mind", I say my voice still calm despite the raging anger I feel.
"It's just I'm messed up Summer", he says his voice beginning to shake.
ok, not how I thought this would go...I know that already
"I didn't mean to touch Izzy", he says gesturing towards me with his hands out.
here we go.
I stay silent watching him begin to crumble.
"My dad just never paid attention he thought I was useless and a little boy which I'm not because I'M A MAN, I promise. see what happened was when I saw you I realized that since everyone was able to easily love you then they should do the same for me.", he says all in one breath.
easily love me? it's clear he's talking about my pre-coma self yet little does he know. That wasn't me.
I was completely confused but I could somewhat decipher his anger.
"you don't understand I did a lot of bad things Summer things I can't comfortably say now, I will tell you about what I did to you because I'm curious about your reaction", he says like it's something normal.
"So I had this fucking awesome plan to somehow make everyone dislike you and like me instead and I was right because my reputation after fucking with you and hurting you skyrocketed completely- I mean a whole fucking 180-degree angle. You don't understand I felt so happy delivering all those jabs to your face. seeing someone like you go down so easily", he says a grin magically appearing on his face.
