Forever // A Rucas Fanfic ✔️

eight.

Lucas's POV

"Maya I don't care what you do just do something!"

"Lucas what the hell do you want me to do?"

"I don't know... Go save her!"

"From what Ranger Rick?"

"From herself I don't know," I say frustrated. What the hell do I do? I'm so useless right now. I'm broken and I can't protect Riley.

"Look Lucas I love you, but you need to try to stop saving everyone," Maya says.

"But-"

"No buts Lucas. Just sit here and be Riley's broken boyfriend for the time she's gone."

"Maya I feel so useless..."

"Who wouldn't?"

I guess now I have to wait for her. But all I'm doing is thinking the worst.

Riley's POV

I run up and down hallways and let me tell you, doing that in a hospital is so sad yet extremely terrifying.

"IAN!" I scream at the top of my lungs.

I can't seem to find him anywhere. I run down hall A3 and made a right at hall B4 but these passageways are beginning to seem endless.

"IAN," I scream once more.

"Riley?" I hear in the distance.

"Ian, Where are you?" I scream.

"I'm behind you," I hear someone whisper.

I turn around and there he is, like a lost boy in a warehouse of dying people and frantic paramedics.

"Riley," he says as he pulls me into a hug that leaves me breathless. He reeks of hard liquor and his eyes are extremely red.

"Have you been crying?"

"No... Yes... I don't know Riley," he says as he tilts his head the way kids do when they are confused.

"Ian oh my god..."

"Riley," he whimpers. "I've been so lost with out you..."

"Ian you're drunk. How did you get here?"

"I told- I told you I was coming for you," he says with a smile.

"Okay Ian how did you get here though?"

"Huh?"

"HOW DID YOU GET HERE?"

"Taxi," he says as he pulls out a taxi card.

"Wow Ian I'm taking home," I say as I lift one of his arms and put it over his shoulder.

"Riley..."

"Yes Ian?" I ask as we start walking.

"LET GO OF ME," he screams as he shoves me away.

"IAN WHAT THE HELL?"

"Let go of me you-you slut."

"Ian you better shut the hell up."

"No I don't need to," he says as he mocks me. "I don't want to be seen with you."

"What the hell Ian? Lets go."

"No you slut. I don't want to be seen with you, not today, not tomorrow, not ever."

"Ian this is the alcohol talking. Lets go," I say as I grab his arm.

"No. Let. Me. GO," he screams as he slaps me across the face.