White Liars

Chapter 7

A/N: Hey, I'm so sorry it has taken me so long to upload. I have been having a major case of writers block. I'm trying to overcome it to write it for you guys. I refuse to end this story! :) If this is really short or sucks I apologize!! :(

Two days later I got out of the hospital. Not much happened while I was there. The doctor only kept me because whenever we talked about Liz I blacked out. I was beginning to realize that this was the truth. I had accepted it, but not before I vowed to myself that I would find out who did this. I never did tell Mr. Buntner about Grant's car. He hadn't visited me because when he did it was to question me. He and I knew I hadn't been ready for that kind of pressure while I was in the hospital. I knew it would be soon that he would come to talk to me. I had no idea what I was going to say to him. I didnt know if I could tell him about Grant's car or not, I mean he was my boyfriend. Could I really do that to him? I was so confused. I was not looking forward to it, I had a lot of thinking to do.

Not that I didnt have the time, I was restricted to bed rest by the doctor and my dad. I was only to get up if I had to go to the bathroom. I hated having people do things for me.

When we arrived at my home, my dad opened the passenger door for me and helped me out of the car even though I didnt need the help.

I shook him off of me, "Dad, I understand you're trying to help me, but right now" I paused trying to think of the right thing to say. "Right now I need to be self dependent." I hoped that explained a lot to him. He looked hurt but I didn't care at the moment. When he saw I wasnt paying any attention to him he sighed still hurt and said. "Ok."

He grabbed my bag out of the back of the car and brought it up to the front door. I followed him and walked in when he opened the door for me. My mother ran to the door when she saw it was me and embraced me, for a long time.

"Ashley, she needs her rest and space." My dad said to my mother. She let go of me and turned towards my father. I saw she had tears brimming in her eyes.

"I respect that the doctor says she needs bed rest. But, that does not mean I can not hug my baby." She snapped at my dad. She was obviously having a tough time. She turned towards me. "Honey, can I walk you up to your room and spend a little time with you?"She asked, then added quietly with her head tilted towards the ground,"I will respect your decision if you decline, just know that I am here for you." I nodded, silently communicating with her that she can follow me.

She took my bag from my dad and followed me to my room. Once we were inside I layed in my bed and she sat next to me. I looked at her for a moment then busted into tears. She instantly had me in a hug and was rubbing my back. I had never had this kind of relationship with my mom, and I never realized how bad I wanted it.

"It's ok babydoll." My mom whispered, even though she was crying too. We were both so upset. We had finally found a connection. As much as I hated it, because I felt like I was using her, our connection was Liz. Liz's death.

A/N: Ok, I finally uploaded after forever. I hope you liked it! :)