Chapter 25:
Lyric’s P.O.V
“Holy shit!” I blinked at my reflection at the mirror. “I like Lydia McKenzie!”
The realization wasn’t what had me stunned, but it was the fact that it had taken so long for me to realize it, that was what surprised me most.
Lydia was an astounding woman. She was beautiful and not just on the outside, but she was a kind hearted and compassionate person. She was also the person who gave me comfort. Just being around her was enough for me to feel better, feel…refreshed. She makes me want to be a better version of myself, a better person who she can be proud of.
A knock on the door sounded then and I fixed the buttons on my tux before opening the door to my room.
“Stephen?” I raised my eyebrows at him as I moved aside to let him enter.
“Here,” he held out his hand with a box in it. “Dad send it for you. It&
Lydia’s P.O.V“You look pale” Lyric said as he plopped down on the seat next to me, handing me the glass of water he had gone to fetch.It was very late at night, close to 2 AM and the guests had mostly left for their homes except for Stephen and Ivy’s closest friends who had decided to party all night in honor of their best friends getting engaged. I’d managed to stay away from most people’s ways so I could avoid questions and I’d stuck mostly to Stephen’s friends who knew my condition. They didn’t show much curiosity except for the fact that I had a date. Lyric hadn’t moved from my side all night except maybe to get drinks for us, non-alcoholic for me, and stuff me to the brim with food. Honestly, with how much Lyric had been feeding me, I was afraid I was going to explode. Aside from that, everything had been perfect…well, if Stephen stopped glaring Lyri
Lydia’s P.O.VSomeone was sleeping beside me.That was the first thought I had as soon as I woke up to the warmth of someone’s body and their arms around me.But when I opened my eyes, all I saw was darkness.Panic started to set in as I brought my fingers closer to my face and touched my eyelids to make sure that my eyes were indeed open. They were, but I couldn’t see anything.The bullet was pressing on my optic nerve.Removing the arm from around my waist, I sat up in bed rapidly while searching around with my hands to remember where I was. Thankfully, I still had clothes on, that means whoever I was with, didn’t do anything to me last night. I was trying to keep my panic at bay, but my movements were jerky, alarmed.And then I felt movement beside me along with the rustling of the sheets.“Lydia?” I heard Lyric’s soft voice and relief washed over me immediately. &ld
Lydia’s P.O.V“All packed up?” Ivy asked as she handed me another dress that my mother had bought for me to take to Rosewater.“Almost…I think.” I sighed. “I came with one bag and I’m leaving with three.”Ivy gave out a short laugh. “I’m glad you came though. I would’ve felt lonely without you.”“I’m glad I came too.”“So…how are thinks with Lyric? I noticed a bit of tension between the two of you this morning.” Ivy asked curiously. “Everything alright?”I sighed and tossed aside the dress I was folding. “Lyric wants me to become his girlfriend.”“Really?” Ivy gasped in excitement and hurried over to sit in front of me. “When did that happen? You know what, forget it! What did you tell him? Are you guys a couple now?”“Ivy!” I snapped, st
Lydia’s P.O.VI got up from my seat as the bell rang, signaling the end of class. I had another class today but that was about an hour later. Maybe I would go grab an early lunch?As I was about to exit the classroom, someone stopped me by calling out my name. Turning towards the sound of the voice, I found a boy running to catch up to me. He was around five feet nine in height with sandy blonde hair and light green eyes with a lean athletic build. He handed me a piece of paper as he came to a stop in front of me.“Hi,” he panted. “I’m Ethan Stonewall. You might not know me but we’re in the same class.”“Hi, Ethan.” I tilted my head to the side. “I’m Lydia McKenzie.”“I know…,” Ethan scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “We’re partners in Psychology 2. The teacher paired us together for the project that is due next week. This
Lyric’s P.O.V“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Were my brother’s opening words as soon as he wheeled into the house and found me in the kitchen as I was putting away some used plates into the sink.“What do you mean?” I asked, clearly confused.Derek seemed to be in an awful mood and whatever that happened, things didn’t end well for the both of us. But what could possibly be his problem now? I won today’s match fair and square! Damnit! I could already feel a headache coming on.“You’ve been unfocused!” Derek snapped. “It’s like you’ve lost all purpose in life and you’re just endlessly roaming around inside that ring! What the fuck is wrong with you?”“I won the bloody match, Derek!” I snapped back at him. “I lost focus for a few seconds because the bastard hit pretty close to my ear. But I got back up and beat him in
Lydia’s P.O.V“I’m crashing here tonight.”That was all the explanation I got as Lyric shoved past me into my apartment with an overnight bag in hand, leaving me very confused, awkward and surprised.“Excuse me?” I turned to face him once I had closed and locked my door. “What exactly do you mean by ‘I’m crashing here tonight’?”“It means exactly what I said,” Lyric threw the bag in one corner and plopped down on my couch. “Look, it’s just for tonight. I’ll get a hotel room or something tomorrow and then you’ll be free of me.”“You have a house.” I pointed out as I crossed my arms across my chest.“Yes, one that is very unwelcoming at the moment.” He sighed and rubbed his hands over his eyes. “Come on, Lydia, it’s not like I haven’t been here before or spent the night.”
Lydia’s P.O.VI moved away from Lyric a few seconds later, unable to keep the contact but when I went to remove my hand from his nape, he caught it in his own large ones.“You know I’m here for you too, right?” He spoke softly.“What do you mean?” I asked, but a sense of dread settled in my stomach, clawing out the tenderness from the earlier moment.“Being brain damaged doesn’t mean that you have to refrain yourself from everything life has to offer,” Lyric tilted his head to the side, studying me with those intense eyes of him that often tended to make me nervous. “You avoid physical contact like it’s the plague. Or is it just with me?”I felt my breath catch in my throat. Did he really figure it out? But even if he hadn’t yet, I think he just did because his eyes widened slightly before he told me accusingly, “It is just me, isn’t it!&rdquo
Lyric’s P.O.VI woke up to the sound of birds chirping in the distance.The morning air was chilly and the bed I was in wasn’t mine but there was no mistaking who I was sleeping next to. I’d recognize her even if I went blind. Lydia was my breath of fresh air; she was my salvation, my home.It didn’t matter what my brother tells my parents about her, I’d gladly leave it all behind for Lydia. And I don’t think Derek would get away with his emotional blackmail this time, because I just remembered that Lydia’s father knew my dad and once dad found out exactly who Lydia was, he’d never take Derek’s side.Lydia stirred in her sleep and I grew quiet next to her, closing my eyes so she wouldn’t find me watching her. I didn’t want to run in the opposite direction even before our relationship began.A few moments later, I felt her moving around a bit before she removed my han
Epilogue:Lyric’s P.O.V“Congratulation on graduation, Mr. David Donovan.” The Principal of Rosewater University shook my hand as he handed me my certificate.“Thank you.”I looked towards the front rows of the stadium and found my mom and dad as well as Derek, who had been given a place for his wheelchair. And then there was George, who was no longer the glasses wearing, shaggy haired, baggy clothed nerd, but a man in his own right. All of them had huge smiles on their faces and my parents looked proud of me. I waved at them before heading to the centre of the stage where the microphone was set up.Since I had topped in class, I had been chosen as the commencement speaker, which was a huge honor for me. Standing in front of hundreds of teachers, students, and their respective parents, I felt insignificant to be giving this speech, but I was ready.“Good afternoon, respect
Lyric’s P.O.VThere was this continuous beeping noise in the background when I woke up. Opening my eyes, I found I was inside a room with full white walls and bright lights. Groaning, I covered my eyes with my hands. It took a while for me to calibrate my senses, but once I remembered where I was, I almost jumped up.“Lydia?”“Relax sleeping beauty, she hasn’t woken up yet.”Clutching my head at the sudden ache, I fell back on the bed and took the chance to look at my surroundings. I was in one of the hospital rooms and the only other person in the room was Nathan.“What happened?” I asked him, clearing my throat when I voice came out hoarse.“You fainted.” He said with a smirk.“What?” I frowned. I wasn’t exactly the fainting type, so why would I suddenly faint?“Doctor said it was due to stress.” Nathan shrugged, before
Lyric’s P.O.VThree hours passed and the lights above the operation theater still shore a bright red.Mrs. McKenzie, Nathan, Stephen and I sat outside the room with our hearts in our throat. Yes, the chance of Lydia dying during the operation was ten per cent, but it was still a chance I didn’t want to consider. None of us did.Somewhere along the way, Stephen had gone ahead and gotten us some coffee since all of us had stayed up last night. Right now I was on my third cup and I was getting jittery. But it was more from anxiousness than from the coffee.“You know this isn’t the first time we’ve all been here,” Stephen said as he took a small sip of his coffee. “The first time was even worse.”I knew what he was talking about. The first time was when Lydia had been shot. I couldn’t even imagine what it must have been like for Stephen and the rest of the family to sit outside for
Lyric’s P.O.VLydia’s operation was scheduled exactly two days after we arrived at Mayo Clinic. Thanks to the recommendation by the doctor who had previously seen Lydia and also thanks to her fathers’ influence, everything went by smoothly. Well, almost. Lydia had experienced that searing pain in her throat and tongue at least four times already and everyone was getting increasingly worried.It was one thing knowing that she had a bullet inside her brain that was preventing her from showing emotions on her face, but seeing her suffer…we had never felt so helpless in our lives.For the past two days, the doctors here had run continuous test and scans on her day and night and now, finally, it was time.“Don’t get your hopes up.” Lydia said as she sat up in the hospital bed, ready to head off to the operating room. “The doctors said there’s a 10% chance that they can’t remove the b
Lydia’s P.O.V:“What does it mean?” It was Lyric who spoke, breaking the icy silence.“The bullet has turned inside, due to the impact on her head.” The doctor explained. “It’s no longer near the facial nerve but it’s touching the glossopharyngeal nerve instead, which explains the searing pain she felt at the back of her throat and tongue. If the bullet is not removed now, Ms. McKenzie will continue to feel this searing pain at certain intermissions and it might get severe as time passes by.”“But can the bullet be removed, right?” Stephen asked desperately. “She’ll be fine after the bullet is removed, right?”“Yes. If the operation is successful, Ms. McKenzie can go back to living a normal life.”“If?” My mother gasped. “What do you mean ‘if’?”“There’s a ten per cent chance that th
Lyric’s P.O.V:“Lydia!”With my heart in my throat, I ran towards the pool as fast as my legs could take me and without thinking twice, jumped in.The water was clear so I easily spotted Lydia’s form, but she seemed to be convulsing. Pushing my hands and legs outward, I began swimming towards her to get her out. A second later, I saw another figure jump in, a woman, and she began swimming towards Lydia as well. When I got closer, I found out that it was Tanya and we both reached Lydia at the same time and hoisted her up and out of the water.Lydia gasped for air as soon as we surfaced and I could instantly tell that she was in pain.All the boys as well as Trisha and Avery were already standing at the edge of the pool and Harvey and two of Derek’s ex-SEAL friends immediately reached for Lydia.“Careful with her head.” I warned as they lifted her up from our arms and placed her on a n
Lydia’s P.O.V:“I guess I own you an apology?” Derek told me as he flipped a hamburger on the large charcoal grill. “And definitely a thank you.”“I’m hearing neither.” I handed him the couple slices of American cheese that I had just unwrapped. “Let the past stay in the past and never be brought up again.”“Wow.” He raised his eyebrows at me with a smirk on his face. “You’re in a good mood today.”I turned towards the basketball court where George was standing with a Lyric, Harvey and Cody along with a couple of Derek’s ex-SEAL friends, who were trying to teach him to play basketball while Avery, another woman I didn’t know and the Dawson twins were taking a dip in the swimming pool.I had been offered to join the girls in the pool, but I had opted out because I had wanted to stay and help Derek with the barbeque, even though he h
Lydia’s P.O.V:“Lydia?” Lyric blinked several times to make sure that it was actually me and not someone else. “How did you get here?”“Derek told me where to find you.” I told him a bit sheepishly. “I went to your house first.”“Oh?” Lyric scratched the back of his head awkwardly and even I was at a loss for words. Why was it so hard to say something that I wanted to tell him so badly? We had never had awkward moments like this before but I guess there was a first for everything.So, I took a deep breath and spoke what was in my mind.“I’m sorry for last night.”“I’m sorry for last night.”We looked into each other’s eyes then and Lyric cracked a smile of relief. “I didn’t think you’d come here today…or at all.” He told me. “I was so worried I hardly slept a wink last night.
Lydia’s P.O.V:“Hey girlfriend!”Ivy’s voice was cheerful as she picked up the call right after the first ring. It felt like sandpaper against my senses, especially since I hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep last night and was running on four cups of unsweetened coffee since this morning.“Hey…are you busy?” I asked to make sure. Generally 1.30 PM would be her lunch time but you never know when there would be an emergency at the hospital.“Oh, no. Just about to get lunch.” She told me and in the background, I heard the low hum of people moving around. “I had this really difficult kid at the MRI and he kept moving around, so it took a while.”“A kid? How old? What happened?” Whenever I heard of any kid getting an MRI or a CT scan, I tend to freak out. Maybe it was PTSD, but I couldn’t imagine any child going through what I had experienced.&