Miles Away

Chapter 20 - Facades and Blurry Images

Chapter 20
Jagger
Facades and Blurry Images

“Baby, I’m so happy you’re back with us,” she cooed, placing a much needed pillow underneath my encased leg.

“I’m happy too,” I smiled, eyeing her up with pleasure.

I knew there was a reason why I never questioned why we were together. She was beautiful, fantastic, and jaw-dropping. Her legs seemed to go for miles beneath that leather mini-skirt she had on right now. The makeup on her face wasn’t plastered or fake-looking, but rather simple and more natural. Her smile could light up a whole god damn room when she walked through the door. She always knew how to pick me up when I was down, and for that…I owed her everything.

“Caley Woods,” she piped up as she pressed the phone against her cheek. She listened for quite a few minutes before scowling. “Babe, I’ll be right back. Okay?” she said, looking at me for conformation. I only nodded in response, the smile not leaving my face.

I watched her saunter out of the room in her high heels and mini-skirt, not necessarily complaining about the view before me. Although I could talk for days about her looks, it was her heart that kept me around as well. She was always so kind to those around her, always lending her time to charities and organizations with the money she made from her modeling career. I sometimes questioned why she hadn’t been in a relationship before I met her.

She was literally perfect.

Ever since I woke up from the coma, she’s been at my side to that day. She helped me change into my clothes, which was quite shameful on my part. She food-shopped for me when I gave her a list of what I needed. Since I couldn’t exactly drive a car in my broken condition, she would stop at the pharmacy to pick up my pain medication. I didn’t have to ask her twice for anything, she just did it with a smile on that beautiful face of hers. The funny thing was that she was acting more normal than the rest of my friends.

Every time Cooper was around me, I would catch him giving me these looks. The looks were sometimes filled with pain, or even nervousness. Whenever I asked him what he was so pained or worried about, he always raised his eyebrows and played an innocent façade. At one point, Wyatt came over to hang out for a while and even he looked like he had something he wanted to tell me. It felt like everyone around me was keeping this deep, dark secret that I wasn’t in on. This was why I chose to spend most of my time in Caley's apartment with her.

Another odd thing that’s happened since I woke up was the amount of things missing from my closet and bedroom. My favorite shirts that I’ve had for years weren’t anywhere to be found. Certain belts and shoes weren’t in my closet either. Whenever I tried to talk to Caley about it, she’d brush it off, saying she’d buy me new belts, shoes or shirts if I really needed them. I was almost growing tired of the constant mind games and secrets that everyone seemed to be in on but me. If someone had something to say, or something they were hiding from me, I just wanted them to come out and say it already. It was bad enough that I spent almost two weeks under heavy medicine, missing out on everything around me. It was enough that I’d gotten hit by a car and broke four different bones.

You would think that everyone who was supposed to be the closest to me would fess up for once.

The sound of the doorbell startled me while I watched more mindless hours of television, and I looked around for Caley to answer it. I called out her name a few times, before hearing more murmuring from my bedroom in the back part of the house. I decided to pick myself up from the sofa and grab onto the crutches for support. The pain radiating throughout my leg was a little too much to handle, but I pulled through as I limped my way to the door. When I opened it, I raised an eyebrow quizzically.