Chapter 8

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Chapter 8

Riker POV

I walked over to Riley's. Her parents were just leaving.

"Hey Riker, can I talk to you for a second?" Riley's dad asked.

"Sure."

"Thanks for coming over to keep an eye on Riley. I just didn't want to leave her home alone in case she got any crazy ideas. Do you think you might be able to get her out of bed?"

"I'll definitely try. I hate seeing her like this."

"Me too. If she doesn't start getting better soon, we might have to look for a better therapist before she gets even worse. I just don't know why she's letting it get to her like this. She can normally ignore stuff and move on. But somehow this is really messing with her."

"I'll try to help her."

"Thanks Riker."

"What time will you be back?"

"I'm not sure exactly. Probably before midnight. Maybe around 11:30."

"Ok, sounds good."

"Alright. Thanks again, Riker."

"No problem."

I went into Riley's house and walked down the hall. Riley's door was open, and Riley was in bed, looking out the window.

"Riley?"

She turned around quickly and looked scared until she saw it was me.

"It's ok. It's just me!"

"Ugh! Riker! You scared me half to death!"

"Sorry."

"What are you doing here?"

"I knew your parents weren't going to be home today, so I thought I'd come over and keep you company."

"My dad told you to come over and watch me, didn't he?"

"How did you know!?"

"I heard him on the phone with you."

"Oh..."

"I don't know why he doesn't trust me."

"It's not that he doesn't trust you. He's just worried about you. You've been in bed for the past few days, and you haven't really done anything."

"Well..."

"Well what?"

"I don't know... Look, Riker, you can go home. You don't need to stay here. I'll be fine."

"No. Riley, I want to stay here. You're my girlfriend, and even if you weren't, I'd still care about you, and I wouldn't want you to be alone, feeling so miserable. How about we do something?"

"I don't really feel like it."

"Come on, Riley. We used to have so much fun together. Please?"

"Ugh! Why do you have to give me that face?"

"Because I'm trying to guilt you into doing something. Is it working?"

"I don't know yet..."

"Please, Riley?"

"Well... Wait. What exactly did you have in mind?"

"Uh..."

To be honest, I didn't think it would be this easy, and I hadn't actually thought of what we were going to do...

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