7: The Dream Catcher

[ K A R A ] On our way back home, Ryder and I didn't say one word to each other. But he gave me the occasional glance, as if to check if I was okay. I sat silently in the car, still trying to process everything. Every time I remembered what just happened, I felt like throwing up. But I reminded myself that it was done and I was okay now. I was sitting in Ryder’s truck with him, and I felt warm and snug under his jacket. Being able to inhale his scent over and over again felt amazing because it really told me that I was truly safe. When Ryder and I finally got to the house, he parked the car and took a deep breath before killing the engine. It looked like he wanted to say something, but he wasn’t sure. "Thank you for... coming for me," I said lowly, deciding to break the silence for us. Ryder sighed in exasperation. "I told you not to get in the car with him, why didn't you listen to me?" he said rather sternly. "I was feeling sick, he offered to take me home. And you ditched me, I coul