He Saved My Life

CHAPTER 7 ---- Tom's Day

It was Sunday morning and I was home alone. Mom and Ethan were at church where they went every Sunday, but everyone there knew about the rumor, so they no longer accepted me. I laid in my bed with my headphones in listening to Ed Sheeran. I loved Ed Sheeran, but his music just wasn't satisfying my boredom. I turned off my iPod and rolled out of bed.

I decided to change out of my pajamas. I stripped down and threw on a white t-shirt and my black skinny jeans. I really loved skinny jeans, if you haven't noticed.

My hair wasn't fun to mess with in the mornings, so I just put it in a bun type thing and slipped on my shoes. It was below freezing outside so I forced myself to put on a jacket, even though I hated it.

I walked out side and my eyes lit up. Snow covered the ground and fell from the sky. We didn't see snow as much as rain, but it was nice when it did snow. I laughed and skipped off down the block to Joey's house.

I ran up the steps to his house, which wasn't a good idea. I fell and slipped on some ice, hitting my head on the concrete.

"Oh my goodness, are you okay?" I hear a frantic voice as someone comes running to my side.

"I-I'm fine," I said rubbing my head. I look at him. "Thomas," I said. His eyes were sparkling, but maybe that's becuase I just hit my head on the sidewalk. I smiled up at him. He was sort of blurry, which made me frown. He wasn't that bad looking.

He helped me sit up. "Hey beautiful," he said. I stifled a laugh. In what wold was I beautiful? Well, at least not mine.

"That was embarrassing," I said looking at my hands. My cheeks were turning pink and m stomach was turning.

"What, you falling?" he asked. A look of amusment passed over his face. Did he think it was funny?

"Yeah, I don't usually do that. There was just ice and-" I stopped and started to giggle at myself. I didn't know why I was giggling, I just knew that I needed help. I never did this.

Thomas laughed too. "Layla, how hard did you hit your head?"

"I- don't - know," I said between breaths. I could feel my heart beat slowing down as I caught my breath. I looked at him, a grin still plastered on my pale face.

"Come on in," he said pulling me to my feet. He lead me inside because I couldn't walk straight. My head was spinning and things were blurry. He sat me down on the couch.

"Let me get you some ice for that," he said walking a couple of feet to the kitchen. He was buff, I noticed. Unlike Joey, he had muscles and they showed even under his soft sweater.

"Wait, you're going to put ice on my head when I just slipped on ice to hurt my head?" I wondered. I laughed again. I was feeling a little loopy, but maybe that's why I couldn't stop laughing. He shut the freezer door and gave me a look that said 'duh'.

"Layla, I think you have a concussion. You need to put ice on it," he said returning to the couch. He wrapped the ice pack in a towel and held it to the back of my head. I frowned. I wasn't a baby. Why did he have to hold it for me? Although, I was feeling pretty sleepy.

"Thomas, I'm tired," I said yawning. I started to fall asleep on his shoulder. He lifted my head back up. He was shaky, almost like he was scared I might die or something.

"No, no, no. You can't go to sleep right now. You have to say awake," he said nervously. His before sparkling eyes were now just blue dots on a face of some sort. I was so... tired.

"But-"

"But nothing," he said. He had a stern look on his face and I knew I should listen to him. He some how reminded me of my father. My father always did that. When I said but, he came bak with 'no buts little missy' and it always made me laugh because I was only eight and everybody had a butt.