Deep

7

Deep Chapter 7:

 

The Gulf Shores sunlight poured through my open bedroom window. God, I felt like shit. My head ached and my stomach knotted and twisted as I slid out of bed to shut the window. I climbed back into bed and rocked myself back to sleep.

I awoke again a few hours later with the need to throw up. I rushed toward the bathroom and luckily made it before evidence of last nights party showed up again.

I went downstairs only to find myself home alone and car-less. I curled up on the couch and started a new season of “Bachelor” reruns.

The familiar honk of my car echoed from the driveway and before I could get up to see who it was, someone was already knocking on the door.

I peeled myself off the couch and walked to the door where a less than chipper Caroline waited with my car keys.

“Hey,” I said casually as I yawned and opened the door.

“Hey. I brought your car back but you’re going to need to take me home.” Caroline said as she slapped my noisy lanyard that held my keys into my hand.

“Okay.” I slipped on some beat up Vans that were next to the front door and slid into the drivers seat where Caroline was already waiting.

“You wanna tell me why you were passed out in my brothers bed last night?” Caroline giggled as she typed something out on her naked iPhone.

“I was about to ask you about the same thing.” I replied, trying to make light of the situation.

“You were pretty fucking wasted, I don’t expect you to remember. Maybe you should ask Kyle if you need to be going to the drugstore after you drop me off to pick up some Plan B though.” Caroline let out a breathy laugh and rolled down the window.

“Ha ha, very funny. But I don’t think we did anything like that.” I said, while mentally saying a prayer that I was right.

“If I know my brother, and I think I do, you need to plan on asking...” She ran a hand through her wavy blonde hair.

We pulled up at the villa and Caroline was already unbuckled and on the front steps by the time I had the car turned off. She came jogging back to me with my purse and my phone in her small hands.

“You left this here. Skylar has been calling you all day.” She said as she passed my things to me through the open passenger side window. Then she turned to go back inside.

“Wait, Caroline!” I called.

She turned back towards the car and cocked an eyebrow at me.

“Thanks for saving my ass last night by giving me a ride home and everything. I owe you one.” I yelled. Caroline just nodded and disappeared behind the heavy wooden door.

I tried to evaluate how I should get out of the driveway, being that it was lined with several cars worth more than my house. There wasn’t a ton of room to turn around and I wasn’t going to risk a hundred thousand dollar lawsuit if I hit one, so I decided to just back straight out, through the gates and on to the road. I shifted into reverse and stuck my head out the window to see.

I had made it out the gates where there was enough room to turn around when I spotted a shirtless, muscular, blonde jogging up the far side of the drive. My foot slammed on the gas and my car spun backwards toward him. My eyes were locked on Kyle in my rearview mirror and my foot was locked on the gas. Right before it was too late Kyle looked up from his focused gaze on the ground in front of him and jumped off of the driveway into the row of bushes that lined it. Something between my brain and my foot clicked on and I stomped on the brake. An awful noise filled the air as my car screeched to a stop. Before I knew it I was out of my car and sprinting to where Kyle lay beneath the row of shrubbery.

“Fuck! I’m so sorry.” I said as I knelt down to where Kyle was slowly starting to sit up.

“Jesus Christ, Avery can you not go 5 fucking minutes...” he stopped mid-sentence and looked up at me.

I moved my head from my hands and clenched my teeth as I spotted an increasingly red cut on his otherwise untouched shoulder. And then Kyle did something I would have never expected, he started to laugh. He rolled over on to his side and slid his feet up underneath him and quickly was standing above me. He looked down at his bloody shoulder and then back at me.

Kyle let out a loud sigh before speaking, “You better get out of here, I’m sure my dad won’t be happy to hear his son was almost killed in his driveway.” Then he smiled a painful smile.

I nodded and walked with my head down to my car. He followed and placed his elbows in the open window of my car once I was back inside.

“And whatever Caroline might have said to you about last night... you won’t be needing Plan B.” he smiled before tapping me on the shoulder and jogging back up the remainder of the driveway.