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My Dear Anthony
#WritcoStoryPrompt30
For a timeless moment, he was suspended within the confines of his car. Then gravity took over with a force that sent the vehicle hurtling down the face of the ravine.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." His broken apology flew down with the blood spewing from his lips...
All Riley could see was a blurry vision of a muscular man trying to elevate him from the floor , uttering inaudible words . Although he was unconscious moments later. He managed to catch a glimpse or two of the scene. So waking up in a hospital bed was no surprise.
Riley's point of view
"You're awake , thank God ", the man who spoke settled right beside the bed.
I turned my head and took a push to look at the ridiculously handsome man besides me .
I didn't quite recognize him , so I knew it had to be the reckless driver .
" How are you feeling?", the doctor asked me . I felt brand new . Except for my unbearable headache ." Does heachache count ?", I asked the doctor who smiled at me kindly.
" Yes is counts, you must have hit your head very hard ",she explained. "You'll be prescribed with some paracetamol, we've examined your bone structure in the X-ray , it seems you are all good ", she smiled.
"So I'm discharged right?", I asked stepping onto the cold tiles barefoot. " where are my clothes?", I continued.
"Riley, I'm really sorry, I've paid , the hospital and if there's anything you'd need from me at all , I'll be at your service okay?", the kind man said , whom I guess was named Anthony if I heard right .
" It's alright.. Anthony, right?", I said . " it was a mistake, I understand that and ..you didn't have to pay the hospital".
That's how I met Anthony. Over one scary scenario , we managed to create a strong bond . I'd come over to his place multiple times when my brother was on work vacation. We'd watch movies and talk all night .
One unfortunate afternoon when I got home after a long day at school. I had reached the climax of getting bullied and I was damaged and aggrieved I couldn't make it to his place.
I laid at home and passed the time of which I was meant to have been at his house an hour ago .
He began ringing my phone . I didn't pick on the first three calls .
I had no excuse to give. I didn't want him to see me in that condition but finally I answered .
" Riley, I don't see you at my doorstep", he teased.
"uh.. Tony.. I can't make it today I'm kinda busy ", I lied . Although he didn't quite sound like he bought my story he played along .
"ok come over when you are free alright?", he said .
He then called me at 11pm checking on me . I had somehow began to worsen .
" hey , I'm all good , how was work ?", I said.
" Work was .. great , are you busy ?", he asked . I hated lying to him but I did it anyway.
" yes , I was trying to sleep, why ask ?", l responded. I could percieve his pain . He probably thought I was avoiding him .
"can I come over ?", he requested but I was decisive and I knew I didn't wanna see him.
I missed him , but my state needed me to face it privately.
I didn't attend school for two weeks and I only got worse . I didn't even go to the hospital because I could not walk properly. I hoped to heal in time .I wasn't eating enough and all I wanted was a simple phone call from Anthony.
He had called a multiple times in the past week but I never gave him the satisfaction. I guess his pride wouldnt let him call again.
The main door creacked open and Anthony entered. I could hear him all the way from my bedroom yelling " anybody home!".He came into my room like I hoped he wouldnt.
"Hey lover ", he teased.
I just glared at him and I let down my pride and admited to myself. I missed him . I was totally weak. My health condition was the worst. Especially after having fought cancer .
That is another reason why Braxton, my brother couldn't find out I was being bullied. He'd overreact . We had lost both our parents. The last thing he wanted was to loose me too.
" Rile you good ?", he asked with a concerned look.
" .. Anthony", I mumbled as I slightly smiled at his presence.
"I'm glad you're hear", I said inaudibly.
" Riley!", Anthony touched my face affectionately. Scanning my face ,seeing all the bruised .
I just let him move my face around and looked into his ocean eyes full of pain and anger . I drifted closer and gave him a passionate deep kiss .
He pulled me away and starred into my faintly opened eyes . He kissed me again and this time he held my hand . I could see and feel that he was surprised at my sudden expression of love .
I became more and more faint as we kissed until the kiss took my final breaths and it was lights out .
I woke up in a hospital bed with him next to me like the first time we officially met ."How are you feeling?", he asked , tears flowing effortlessly down his cheeks ". I looked over at him but this time ,I wasn't feeling brand new. I looked at him and reached for his face to wipe of his tears .
"Time flew and each day I spent with you were the best last days I could ever ask for", I smiled . " don't cry now ", I chuckled,", let's take it this was only just a dream ", were my last words to My Dear Anthony .
For a timeless moment, he was suspended within the confines of his car. Then gravity took over with a force that sent the vehicle hurtling down the face of the ravine.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." His broken apology flew down with the blood spewing from his lips...
All Riley could see was a blurry vision of a muscular man trying to elevate him from the floor , uttering inaudible words . Although he was unconscious moments later. He managed to catch a glimpse or two of the scene. So waking up in a hospital bed was no surprise.
Riley's point of view
"You're awake , thank God ", the man who spoke settled right beside the bed.
I turned my head and took a push to look at the ridiculously handsome man besides me .
I didn't quite recognize him , so I knew it had to be the reckless driver .
" How are you feeling?", the doctor asked me . I felt brand new . Except for my unbearable headache ." Does heachache count ?", I asked the doctor who smiled at me kindly.
" Yes is counts, you must have hit your head very hard ",she explained. "You'll be prescribed with some paracetamol, we've examined your bone structure in the X-ray , it seems you are all good ", she smiled.
"So I'm discharged right?", I asked stepping onto the cold tiles barefoot. " where are my clothes?", I continued.
"Riley, I'm really sorry, I've paid , the hospital and if there's anything you'd need from me at all , I'll be at your service okay?", the kind man said , whom I guess was named Anthony if I heard right .
" It's alright.. Anthony, right?", I said . " it was a mistake, I understand that and ..you didn't have to pay the hospital".
That's how I met Anthony. Over one scary scenario , we managed to create a strong bond . I'd come over to his place multiple times when my brother was on work vacation. We'd watch movies and talk all night .
One unfortunate afternoon when I got home after a long day at school. I had reached the climax of getting bullied and I was damaged and aggrieved I couldn't make it to his place.
I laid at home and passed the time of which I was meant to have been at his house an hour ago .
He began ringing my phone . I didn't pick on the first three calls .
I had no excuse to give. I didn't want him to see me in that condition but finally I answered .
" Riley, I don't see you at my doorstep", he teased.
"uh.. Tony.. I can't make it today I'm kinda busy ", I lied . Although he didn't quite sound like he bought my story he played along .
"ok come over when you are free alright?", he said .
He then called me at 11pm checking on me . I had somehow began to worsen .
" hey , I'm all good , how was work ?", I said.
" Work was .. great , are you busy ?", he asked . I hated lying to him but I did it anyway.
" yes , I was trying to sleep, why ask ?", l responded. I could percieve his pain . He probably thought I was avoiding him .
"can I come over ?", he requested but I was decisive and I knew I didn't wanna see him.
I missed him , but my state needed me to face it privately.
I didn't attend school for two weeks and I only got worse . I didn't even go to the hospital because I could not walk properly. I hoped to heal in time .I wasn't eating enough and all I wanted was a simple phone call from Anthony.
He had called a multiple times in the past week but I never gave him the satisfaction. I guess his pride wouldnt let him call again.
The main door creacked open and Anthony entered. I could hear him all the way from my bedroom yelling " anybody home!".He came into my room like I hoped he wouldnt.
"Hey lover ", he teased.
I just glared at him and I let down my pride and admited to myself. I missed him . I was totally weak. My health condition was the worst. Especially after having fought cancer .
That is another reason why Braxton, my brother couldn't find out I was being bullied. He'd overreact . We had lost both our parents. The last thing he wanted was to loose me too.
" Rile you good ?", he asked with a concerned look.
" .. Anthony", I mumbled as I slightly smiled at his presence.
"I'm glad you're hear", I said inaudibly.
" Riley!", Anthony touched my face affectionately. Scanning my face ,seeing all the bruised .
I just let him move my face around and looked into his ocean eyes full of pain and anger . I drifted closer and gave him a passionate deep kiss .
He pulled me away and starred into my faintly opened eyes . He kissed me again and this time he held my hand . I could see and feel that he was surprised at my sudden expression of love .
I became more and more faint as we kissed until the kiss took my final breaths and it was lights out .
I woke up in a hospital bed with him next to me like the first time we officially met ."How are you feeling?", he asked , tears flowing effortlessly down his cheeks ". I looked over at him but this time ,I wasn't feeling brand new. I looked at him and reached for his face to wipe of his tears .
"Time flew and each day I spent with you were the best last days I could ever ask for", I smiled . " don't cry now ", I chuckled,", let's take it this was only just a dream ", were my last words to My Dear Anthony .
