This chapter contains triggering subjects. Reader discretion is advised.
I was spinning, my hands held on cold iron bars and head tilted backwards, watching the cloudy morning sky. I was around seven years old, mindlessly playing in the merry-go-rounds while my dad watched me from a bench in the park. The playground was almost empty, the only sound spearing the air being the creak of the rusty hinges. Creak which got louder and louder almost making you believe the screws were crying. Then I realized it wasn't them who were crying. I could hear real sobs and sniffs coming from inside a playhouse. So I jumped from the still spinning merry-go-rounds
What did Ryder have to do with my accident? I smashed my phone back on the nightstand, leaving the messages unanswered. I should have ignored them the first second I realized who the sender was but curiosity wouldn’t let me live if I ignored Simon after he wrote me the first time since the accident. Last time I saw him was in hospital after I’ve woken up. I remember telling him to “kick his own butt out of my life”. I didn’t expect Simon to listen to me. I don’t know if apologies and explications would have done me any better but I’ve honestly didn’t expect him to agree so easily to leave me alone. The sweet boy I fell in love with wouldn’t cause that accident and definitely wouldn’t give up on me so easily… it was clear I didn’t know him well enough so why should I listen to what
"For how long have you been paralyzed ?”“A few months I believe…uhm… since September.”“ Only from the knees down?”“Yes.”The doctor nodded, looking down at his papers intently. We’ve been to the hospital for a few ho
Ryder was totally and utterly enraged, and for the first time since he became my assistant, I could see the wild football player who was targeting everything and anything on the football field. Unfortunately I was his only target and I deserved all the wrath he decided to aim at me.“Are you mad?”
When the next morning Ryder woke up along with the first rays of sun, fretting over his empty pack of cigarettes, I didn’t spare him more than a fleeting gaze. I couldn't sleep too much because he spooned me all night and forced me to cuddle with him into his sleep. He wouldn't budge when I begged him to let me go, and the only time I succeeded to free myself, he caught me back in a tighter embrace.So I was pretty puzzled when he came back after a few minutes and both him and Kathy woke me up with a fan of yells and scolding.
Trigger warning! Readers discretion is advised. Half an hour later Kathy sent me a message stating Ryder was stable and ready to come back. Despite knowing he was okay, I didn’t move from my place at the window. I was worried to leave this spot. What if something happened to Ryder because of me? What if he thought this was one of my pranks and he would end
Ryder’s POV:My face was still a little bit swollen when I left the hospital but I didn’t think my allergic reaction had been as awful as the headache produced by Carter’s family incessant chatter on the ride back to their flat. Gosh could Kathy talk!
I felt my teeth rattle in my mouth, the cold numbing my nose and cheekbones. The car was still dead as well as our phones, mine not having signal and Ryder's being uncharged. We were dressed in a couple of sweaters and pants, making use of every cloth we had in our luggage and we were both sitting in the back of the car, trying to warm each other up. The only blanket was the one of snow laying over the car. I kept on rubbing my palms up and down my arms, looking at Ryder’s back as he laid his head against the driver’s seat, his body shaking uncontrollably. He kept his legs crossed Turkish style over the chair, stuffing them underneath a large sweater. However, not even this could stop his trembles so I took my jacket off and placed it over his shoulders. “What do you think you are doing, Carter? You need this jacket as much as me.” “You are shaking worse. Keep it.” 
"It was nice knowing you, guys. You have my number so you can call me anytime. Maybe we could all go out for drinks one of these days if you are free." I nodded, gasping for air when Liva clasped me in a tight embrace. “Of course! Thank you very much for everything. We owe you.” I responded, crossing my own arms around the slightly chubby girl, feeling content with how her soft body felt in my arms. Her embrace was surprisingly homey.
Carter’s PoV: I exited the bathroom, making my way towards the bed. Ryder was already tucked in, laying on my side of the bed, my pillow held tightly in his arms. “You can hug the real thing.” I said as I climbed next to my husband, my arms finding their way around Ryder’s body and lips brushing softly over his nape , making him shudder. “It took you too long to brush your teeth.” “I also took a dump.” I teased, hearing Ryder groan a sleepy response. “Tired?” I asked, rubbing Ryder’s tummy softly and feeling him arch against me. He just hummed a husky response, pressing his muscular body closer to mine. The sensation of Ryder’s hard abs against my fingertips made my own body heat up. My lips locked on the skin of his neck and hands travelled towards his chest, each kiss, bite and touch being accompanied by Ryder’s q
Carter's PoV: I walked into the kitchen, a wicked smirk making its way onto my face as I saw my husband leaned against the counter, a cup of tea steaming between his fingers. He was wearing a white apron, "The chef's kiss is the best" being written with sparkling glitter over his chest. I bought that appron for him. "Morning, love!" I said as I made my way between my husband's legs, lifting him onto the counter and making him yelp in surprise. Fifteen years had passed since my legs have been amputated and fourteen years since I got my prosthetics. Now, I had two robotic legs and could walk like a normal person. It was all thanks to Ryder Morris. I don't
I kept staring at the door, my mind immersing in all kinds of dark thoughts. I hoped my nightmare this morning wasn’t a sign something bad was going to happen. "Carter?" I asked again, trying the handle for a few more times before starting to knock on the door. "Hey, are you ok? Why is the door locked?" I looked around, wal
Triggering content ahead! Everything seemed to be crying…The hinges of the rusty gate, the crows twirling menacingly in the air, even the black dressed people clustering in front of the grave. Something rose to my throat, and I didn’t know if it was bile or my heart trying to burst out of my chest. With reluctant steps I approached the horde of people, looking down, not trusting my eyes to not betray my sorrow… even though we all shared the same pain today. I passed everyone silently, hands touching me and squeezing my shoulders reassu
Once he saw us, Jason’s eyes widened and he hurried to leave. Good thing my fists reacted faster than my brain because with one swing of my arm, Jason was launched at the ground and rendered unconscious.“SIMON!” Ivy’s terrified scream pierced through the thin atmosphere and I spun around to see him backing away from the edge of the roof, his palms pressed over his mouth. Aubrey was standing next to the door, his entire body trembling as he grabbed Simon’s phone and ended the live.Carefully, I made my way towards my brother, pulling him into my embrace and cradling him at my chest as he shook and sobbed. Looking at the ground, I winced at the sight, quickly looking away as bile rose to my throat.“Aubrey, don’t come over. Call an ambulance and the police.”Aubrey nodded, his hands fumbling with his phone and voice breaking as he talked with the dispatcher.I turned my attention back to my brother.“Shh, love, shh. Everything is g
Monday I was back to lectures. I really didn’t want to be here because Carter was going to have his surgery today, but my classes ended at twelve so if I rushed, I could get to hospital in time to see Carter before they sent him to the operation room. His dads also came back yesterday so they would be there with him. Still, I wanted to support Carter, to ease his worries and make sure he comes out of the surgery safely.My phone rang.“Hello, my eager rider. How was your day?”I rolled my eyes at Carter’s “pun”.“Hi, asshole. It was uneventful. How about yours?” I asked as I left the lecture room, finally being done with my classes for the day.“Depressing without you around to entertain me.”“I am not a buffoon to entertain you.”“I know, love. I might be desperate, but I wouldn’t go as low as to date a buffoon. A clown, maybe. I mean, I date you...”“Rude ass bitch.” I muttered and Carter gifted me with a wholehearted lau
Carter’s birthday came just around the corner. So did the next stage of mine and Carter’s relationship.After Simon’s confession nothing remarkable happened. We entered a new year, college started again, and the football team was waiting for the last championship of the season. One thing that changed though was that I became a little more sociable. I was still shot-tempered and rude with anyone new, but at least now I was in better weathers with my teammates. I was also wearier of Jason, but he never tried to confront me directly. I can’t deny I acted intimidating towards people outside my comfort zone.Anyways, back to Carter’s birthday. His dads decided to visit their relatives in Australia a week ago, but Carter’s aunt gave birth thus they extended their visit with a few days. So my boyfriend invited me to spend his birthday with him... only him. Knowing that we’ll have the whole house for ourselves, and that Carter was the
“What would Jason want from Simon though? I don’t understand why would he do all of that.” Carter said and Eric just looked at his brother, shrugging. “Simon never told me anything no matter how many times I asked. I believe he didn’t trust me to keep silent after I called the police.” I nodded in understanding then looked at my brother who stood up and walked towards us. “Let’s stop talking about all of this. Simon need to rest.” He said then turned towards me, pulling on my sleeve. “Could you help me bring him to my room, please? He would be more comfortable if he lies in bed.” He added and his voice seemed so small and brittle it almost didn’t sound like himself. I nodded and moved to pick Simon up, carrying him to the bedroom. Eric and Ivy followed me but Carter stayed behind, talking with his parents who se
“You don’t have to go back there if you don’t want to.” I said and Carter considered the option before shaking his head. “I want to know why he is here. Plus, I want to make sure he doesn’t say anything weird to my parents.” I nodded and we slowly made our way out of the room. Carter’s father was waiting outside the door and together we entered the living room. However, Simon was still laying on the couch. He was shivering and sweating but he seemed completely separated from reality. “He fell asleep again.” Ivy explained as we entered the room, being sat on the edge of the couch with Simon’s head laid on his lap. He was playing with Simon’s fringes, his gaze fixed on the floor. Eric sighed, lifting his knees to his chest, looking at his brother from the chair he was sat on. He had finally calmed down and was able to talk again. “He’s