Short Stories

Forgotten

Skylar 

I woke up to warmth. I tried to move, but I realized that my head was resting on someone's chest. I looked up and was met with the biggest surprise of my life.

I was in my bed. With Ryan Avery. I was sleeping on Ryan's chest. Our legs were tangled and he had his arms around me.

Well shit.

So I did what I would do in any other situation... I stayed there looking up at him.

Trust me, I wanted to scream, I did. But I quickly decided against it as soon as Ryan started moving.

"Morning beautiful." He murmured, kissing my head.

"Uh. What am I doing in bed with you?" I asked, confuzled. I mean, Hell, this felt like heaven, but really, I had no fucking clue what was going on.

"What?"

"Wait. What year is it?" I asked frantically.

"It 2016. Are you okay, baby?" My heart soared.

"Ryan, it's not 2016. Okay. It's 2009. And don't call me baby. You're a peer of mine at school."

"2009? Wait," He sat up, looking at me. "I think I know what's up." He got out of the large bed, only dressed in a pair of black boxers. Oh hot damn.

"What are you doing?" I asked. I got out of bed and realized I was only dressed in a tee shirt. Even worse, it was Ryan's tee shirt.

"Getting dressed. You should too. Come on. We have to go to the hospital." I looked at him confuzled.

"Why?"

"I'll explain it to you on the way, granted you'll probably think I'm nuts." He pulled on a pair of khakis and grabbed a sweatshirt, throwing it over his head and covering his bare chest. I walked over to the drawers and began opening them one by one, stumbling across a drawer that contained multiple containers of lube, handfuls of condoms, and what looked like a vibrator and other small "toys". I blushed, finally finding a drawer that contained some decent items (my clothes), and I grabbed out a pair of blue skinny jeans, a tank top, a v-neck, and after realizing that I was wearing nothing under the shirt, a pair of briefs and a bra.

I changed in the bathroom and walked out, working on tying my hair into a ponytail with my shaking hands.

"Come on, Sky." Ryan said, grabbing my hand as soon as I got dressed. With his other hand, he was making a call in a hushed voice. He released my hand to grab a set of keys and unlock a very expensive black 2003 Ford Mustang GT Convertible.

"Holy shit, is that your car?" I asked as he pushed me into the passenger seat.

"It's our car, silly. Now strap yourself in so we can go to the hospital."

"Why the Hell do we have to go to the hospital??" I demanded, as he started the car. I sank down into the leather seat and sighed. What was I missing??

"Sky, last year, 2015, you got in a car accident. We've been waiting for you to go into a coma or sink into an amnesia lapse, but you haven't.

"And accident? How bad?" He flinched.

"I hate remembering it. You," He breathed and ended with a sigh before looking back at me and grabbing my hand, "You spun off the road and hit a tree. Your ribs were cracked, you injured your head, you needed a blood transfusion, you broke your arm, a lot of things." I could tell he was close to tears.

"Oh." I snapped my head up, "What was, or is, our relationship?"

Ryan seemed to be fidgeting with something on my finger. When I looked at it, I saw a simple diamond engagement ring. "Are we engaged?"