Hey guys! How are you? I hope good. Anyway, update time! Most of you were correct with the guess of a gunshot. Also, for those of you who have already asked questions and for those of you planning on asking questions I will most likely be replying to all tomorrow (for all of you who don't know I respond to every review and question, critique, etc.). So yes, you know what I am going to say… PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!
Love you all,
Emma
Riley's POV
I could feel the bullet skim my forearm as I went to throw my hair into a high ponytail. I could feel the exploding pain rip my through my body as it slowly tore into the skin. I could hear the reverberating thump as the still vibrating bullet hit the ground. I could hear myself let out a piercing shriek as the blood started seeping out of the fresh wound.
Just one more.
My hair dropped over my shoulders to its resting place at my hips in slow motion as I looked down at the wound. My balayage waves encircled my face and my wounded arm like a wall. The unbreakable wall that held back my contorted face and broken emotions.
A million thoughts rushed through my mind in a matter of seconds. The police were going to come. Oh God, another talk with the police. Another round of pitied looks from students, from staff, from people everywhere. Another article written, another DM on instagram, another thousand followers out of pity.
I heard Lucas grab me instantly and throw me into his arms and shush me in such a comforting matter that I forgot about the fire on my arm for a half second.
Only a half second though.
All the students around me collectively took a step forward until I swore all I was breathing was carbon dioxide.
Shit, I thought as I held my arm daintily in my hand.
"Oh my god Riley." Lucas breathed as he saw my arm.
"It's going to be okay, someone already called 911 they're only a couple minutes out and their sending a police unit and an ambulance." He said.
" 'Kay." I breathed out as the pain increased.
It was almost like when you use a gas stove and you get to mess with the controls so one moment it's on low and then all the sudden you can turn it up to ten. Except for I wasn't in control.
Two minutes past until the gym doors burst open and police officers with their guns drawn ran in. After securing the perimeter and ensuring that no suspects were in the room they began the process of getting everyone's statements and releasing them.
After a minute the EMTs entered and immediately spotted me.
"Hey, hey, look at me okay? You're going to be fine. This isn't like last time." Lucas said in several attempts to calm me as they loaded me on the gurney.
Vivid images of the last time I was in this position flooded my mind. The image of the stoic grey sky haunted my mind with a ghostly fury. The rain consistently beating down like it was a mission. I wonder if he had a mission… I thought.
Lucas ran with the gurney as the EMTs wheeled it was away regardless of their protests. After signing a quick knowledge agreement form Lucas hopped in the back of the ambulance with the workers and drove away.
Lucas's POV
Oh God, how long ago was it that we were in this exact same position. The exact same pain, and worry, and guilt. How was I going to tell her parents? Well, they probably already knew judging by the fact that as I swept through my phone it was constantly buzzing. I swiped up and quickly muted my phone, I didn't need another distraction. God, if we could just mute our lives. No more annoying fly-like stoners or Kardashian-wanna-be drama queens.
No more rapes and crimes of passion. No more police interviews and unknown jargon. No more debate over consent or non-consent and no more fear about the publics thought of the child growing in Riley's womb.
It seemed as if another one of my mind rants had seemingly passed the five minute drive to the hospital.
I shot Maya, Farkle, Zay, Topanga, and Cory a text to let them know that we were here and then shot after Riley.
Yeah. I'm on a first name basis with Topanga and Cory. But it's weird to call Mr. Matthews Cory in class so I typically only do that when we are at their house. Just one example of how time can change you.
Why am I even thinking about that while this is all going on? My thoughts should purely be focused on the gorgeous girl in front of me who's eyes are clamped down in agony and who's hand is curled so tightly around her wrist I'm surprised it hasn't turned purple yet.
I stood in the hallway as I saw them wheel Riley into a room and strip her of her leggings and t-shirt.
Once again I resumed the position of waiting in the annoy plastic chairs outside of the emergency room. Would it kill them to remove the plastic? Literally, I do not want to hear the annoying squeak every time I shift even a millimeter. I just about pulled the plastic off the chair by the time that everyone rushed in with huffing breaths. The tried to ask me several question but their heaving chests proved to be a serious impediment,
Finally Cory managed to get out the three words I was hopping he didn't say the most.
"Where is Riley?"
"Back in the room. I didn't feel it was right for me to go in so I just hung out here and waited for y'all." I said.
"Lucas, honey. You know that you could have. You're practically our son in law already." Topanga said as she jogged up to the nurse's podium to ask about Riley's condition.
My cheeks caught on fire like someone had colored them with gasoline. Did Topanga just make allusions to me being her son in law? That mean's that she thought I was going to marry Riley. Or Auggie. But, that, just, lets just say that I am happy with Riley and Auggie is happy with Ava.
After a couple tense minutes Topanga and Cory rushed back to see Riley with the promise of an update of her condition once they returned.
Farkle started tapping his foot in rhythms so inconceivable that even Prince wouldn't have thought of them. And as to Maya, well she had been pacing since she got here. I'm surprised that she hasn't worn a hole straight through the floor yet.
The Matthews did not lie and within ten minutes they quickly surfaced with an all-good report from the doctor and the permission to go back to see her.
I numbly walked back to her room alone, I had volunteered to go back first.
As soon as I pushed open the heavy door I saw a smile jump to Riley's face.
"I seemed to have gotten myself into quite the situation." She said with a slight chuckle.
"Yeah, you have. But that's what I am here for. You knot yourself up and I cut you out."
Real quick, shout out to ! He is one of my favorite writers on here and I am beyond grateful that he would take the time to help me and I am extremely humbled that he would ask me for help on his story. And check out Her Guardian Angel! It is like on of my main obsession right now. And I know your reading this so you better publish the next chapter soon ;)!
Question time if you are up for it:
1.Where do you live? (Random but I am curious, I myself am from the southwest)
2.What do you think of the story so far?
3.Are you Rucas or Lucaya?
4.Maya with Farkle or Josh?
5.What does the future hold for the gang?
6.Any other questions you have…
