I didn't want him around. I didn't want him near me. I just didn't want to see him. Not after what he did.

I sat in the car with Dad, Alannah and Henry. Dad driving, Alannah in the front passenger seat and Henry in the back holding my hand.

Dr. Stanley gave me the all clear yesterday to go home. So I was discharged first thing in the morning.

"Now remember," he said whilst I was getting into the wheelchair. "Have these, three times a day with meals. It will help with the pain. And please don't exhaust yourself, stay in bed, read a book or watch a movie. Not too much physical activity ok?"

"Yes Dr. Stanley." I take the medication and smile.

"Here's my card if you need anything else. Just take your time. Your body has taken a toll and it needs time to recover and heal properly."

I thanked him again. He pushed the wheelchair out of my room, down the hall and to Henry.

Henry hadn't left my side since the fight. He stayed with me. He didn't let Phillip near me either. Phillip stayed outside my room though. He still felt guilty for what had happened.

I wasn't injured seriously. I just had a mild concussion from my head hitting the ground. Phillip literally pulled himself off of Henry and ran to my side to see if I was alright. He held onto me and then Henry shoved him out of the way. He yelled at Phillip and said to stay away from me.

At least that is what I was told.

Dad pulled up into the drive way. My eyes flashed to everyone standing outside in the cold, holding posters up and cheering. I couldn't help but feel embarrassed. And slightly relieved when I saw a familiar face in the crowd.

Dad stopped the car and I burst out of it. I run up the stairs, even though I wasn't suppose to, past everyone and to the one person whom I wanted to see and hug first.

"Don't hurt yourself!" He grunted when I wrapped my arms around him hard. I practically tackled him with my hug."I missed you too Isla."

"I missed you Jonathon," I whispered back to him. I tried to hold the tears, but I just couldn't. They fell from my eyes and rolled down my cheek, passed my lips and onto Jonathon's shoulder.

We held on for some time. I didn't want to let him go and neither did he. I missed him so much and I didn't want him to leave.

But Henry wanted me to go upstairs and rest. So the pair of them guided me upstairs and to my room. Henry placed my bags next to the door on a chair. Whilst Jonathon guided me to the bed.

"You ok?" Jonathon asked.

"Yeah, just running to you and going up those stairs is actually really exhausting." I laughed to myself. Jonathon kissed my forehead and smiled.

"I'll be downstairs if you need anything, ok?"

"Yes dad!" I said sarcasitcally . He slapped my left arm playfully. He left the room which just left Henry and myself.

I laid myself down on the bed and Henry crawled in next to me. He wrapped an arm around me and held on. I snuggled into him. He kissed the top of my head and snuggled into the pillows.

I drifted off shortly after that.

My dreams were cloudy. Sometimes blurry and others were clear. But I'm not sure if they were dreams or memories coming back to me.

I see myself crying in a car, driving off and out of a long driveway. I drive and turn out of the driveway and onto the road. I hear something. And lights. And then the car rolls and flips. 

But this time, I'm outside of the car watching this all unfold. I see myself in the car, holding on for dear life. But I can't hold on and the car flips and I'm halfway out of the car looking up and out and slowly closing me eyes. I rush over to myself but I'm just a ghost and everything moves around me quickly and in flashes. 

The situation repeats itself but it fast forwards every time. And then it stops and reverses itself. But I don't see how I get to the car or why I'm crying. The dream repeats and repeats and shortly turns into a nightmare. And I see the situation again, but this time I'm back in the car. It confuses me at me. But it's not my car. I'm the car that hit me. 

I jolt up quickly and start breathing heavily. Sweat is running from my forehead and I'm panicking. I look around the room and see that I'm not in the car, but in a bed, with Henry.

He now wakes up quickly and takes one look at me. I lean into him and cry. He holds me tight, rubbing circles in my back with his hands to sooth me. He kisses my forehead and whispers in my ear. "Shh, Isla, it's alright, everything's alright."

"It was horrible. It just repeated and repeated and repeated..." I sobbed out. Henry held on. He didn't let go. Just kept on rubbing circles in my back and calming me down.

After about 5 minutes, the crying had stopped and I was calm again.

"You feel better now?" Henry asked while wiping away the few tears left. 

I nodded.

"Good," He kissed my forehead gently. Then kissed my cheek, the other cheek, my nose and finally made his way to my lips. He held my gaze for a few seconds and smiled at me. "I'm so lucky to have you," He whispered before his lips met mine.

He held onto my face as the kiss deepened. It was amazing. He slowly guided me down onto the bed and laid next to me while still kissing me. His hand slid down my face and onto my hip. He pushed himself closer to me.

"Ow," I whispered through our kisses.

Henry lets go and looks at me.

"Doctor says not too much physical activity," I say kind of breathless, "So don't get ahead of yourself there Mr."

He laughs at me. "Is this your way of saying taking things slow?"

"Its the doctors orders!" I playfully poke his chest. "But yes, can we take things slow. I don't want to rush this at all."

"No, I understand. After everything's that has happened, I wouldn't mind taking things slow either." He kissed my forehead and slowly sat up.

"Hey, I didn't say we should stop making out!" I playfully said and pulled him down, smashing my lips against him.

I could feel him smiling under the kiss.

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Finally she updates!

Haha. Here you go guys. Thank you for the support and waiting ever so patiently. Ive just been swamped with school work and things happening in my personal life.

I can't make any promises, but hopefully an update next week or the week after...

So I hope you enjoyed the chapter,

Love,

Your amazingly crap author,

Krystal Waters