The Bad Boy Saved My Life #Wattys2016

Chapter #24

Chapter #24: You're High

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Peyton's P.O.V:

I ran up the stairs and grabbed my over-the-shoulder purse and threw my meds in. I stopped in my tracks, gasping for air. I had been walking for 3 hours straight. Not a phone call from anyone, not even a text message asking if I was alright, or safe. My Aunt and Uncle are nowhere to be found, considering they're working, as usual.

They'll probably be home at 11 like usual then head straight to New Jersey for my parents' funeral. I wasn't planning on going there with them since the air was so uncomfortable. I was going to beat them there.

Speak of the devil.

My phone ringing made me jump slightly so I struggled to grasp my phone. It was my aunt. I looked at the flashing screen as my phone ring tone rang through my ears. I chucked the phone into my over the shoulder purse. I know I had wished for a phone call, but my Aunt would only hold me back. I know the stress I was causing her, but I could'nt help it. As I shoved a black football hoody over my head, I flattened out my hair and pulled it into a swift braid. My sweater was large and cozy, sure to keep me warm outside at the funeral.

I took a few deep breaths, trying not to let the thought of seeing my parents being buried down under get to me. I blinked a couple times, looking at my surroundings. I wished this day would never come. I didn't bother looking inside the bathroom, where I had almost lost my pathetic life. Instead, I slammed the door shut and locked it. I then closed my curtains and bounced down the stairs tiredly, walking right out the door.

I went down to the kitchen and grabbed a few granola bars and tossed them into my purse. I didn't bother looking at the sticky note on the fridge that I had noticed with the corner of my eye. I went straight outside; the cold air hitting my warm cheeks- and into the garage. I grabbed the keys of the Harley motorcycle that only my Uncle drove, and opened the garage door.

There was something about knowing you were about to see your dead parents again. I couldn't imagine that people actually went through this, yet here I was. I tried, so hard, to ignore the throbs in my heart but as I walked down the path of the house, I was almost sobbing. I held back all the emotions running through my veins and let the garage door slide between my fingers.

It was heavy and I felt as if I was risking my life, but I knew what I was doing. I was taking a risk, and I couldn't believe myself. I still couldn't speak. It was hard to voice out how I felt, considering I had just gotten out of the hospital. I felt strong, for my mom and dad.

And Evan.

"It's just a large bike, Peyton!" dad chuckled.

"Dad I'm only 15, I can't even ride my roller blades without cutting my knees!" I whined.

"I'll be right behind you, Angel. I promise. Remember, here's the brakes and remember your flashers. Come on, you got this!" my dad encouraged me, ruffling his brown hair from his eyes.

I looked up at him for a moment before I rolled my eyes and forced myself onto the miniture dirt bike.

"I swear dad, if I die, it's all on you!" I giggled, revving the engine as my dad held onto my shoulder.

I kicked up the metal bar holding up my bike and balanced with my two feet.

"You won't die, stop being so over dramatic hunny," he laughed, adjusting my mirrors. "Alright... 1... 2... Don't rev the engine to loud! And 3!"