Little White Lies || Cricky [C]

19 | Witch

It's been like 3 days since we came back with Chris, but I haven't come out of my room since. I think Ryan thought I left because he hasn't come looking for me or anything.

I'm hungry and I wanna see Chris, but I'm scared of Ryan. I don't want him to get mad at me or throw me out. I'm scared.

Is Chris even alive? Did he make it? Did Remington get the bullet out?

My phone chimed.

I took it from the nightstand. Speak of the devil. It was Chris. He's alive.

'Where are you?' It read.

'My room.'

'Ryan told me you ran off. I wanna see you. Come to my room.'

'I'm scared of Ryan.'

'Why? He's not even in the house.'

I shut the phone off and changed my clothes. I left my room and went to Chris's. I opened the door slowly, looking inside.

He was in his bed. He motioned for me to come to him.

I entered the room and closed the door behind me. I approached him slowly. He tapped the bed next to him. I sat carefully, making sure I didn't hurt him.

I hugged him carefully. "I thought you were dead. I was so scared."

"I thought I was gonna die too. If it wasn't for you guys, I would be dead."

"There was so much blood..."

He sighed. "I know."

"Was it my fault?"

"What? No. Why would it be your fault?"

"That's what Ryan said." I told him. "He told me to leave."

He scoffed. "I'll deal with Ryan later. Are you okay?"

I nodded. "Yeah but like, don't worry about me. You're the one who almost died. I was scared."

"I know." He hugged me.

"Does it hurt?" I asked.

He nodded. "A little."

"Can I see it?"

He pulled up his shirt, showing me a big gash in the side of his stomach that had stitches in it.

I frowned and hugged him tightly. "I was so scared. I thought you were dead. You looked dead. There was so much blood...."

"I know. But everything's okay now." He spoke, his voice soft. "I know it was scary, but it's over now."

I didn't say anything.

He cupped my chin. "Look at me."

I met his eyes.

"This near death experience made me realize that I need to stop holding in my feelings. I wanted to tell you this, but I couldn't find the right time. But now I know that there's never really a right time. You're not promised the next day or hour or even minute. You don't know what's gonna happen. So, here goes nothing..." He explained, stroking my cheek with his thumb. "I...care about you. You know? Like, a lot..."

I nodded. "Well, I, uh, I care about you too, Chris. I know what you're saying."

"You do?"