Forbidden Love

Chapter Seventeen

Skylar

I try to run, I do. But I don't seem to be getting any closer. I have to save my father.
"Dad," I scream, and his neck is snapped.
Ryder did it. He looks up at me, a gruesome gleam in his eyes.
"You killed my father," I scream, and start to run again. But I remain in the same place, about five feet away from my dead father.
"You did, Skylar. Not me. You," he tells me, a malicious grin on his face. He looked at my father, his smile stretching.

"Why are you happy? This isn't funny! Your not supposed to be happy!" I yell, burying my face in my hands as sobs wracked my body.

"Skylar." a familiar voice says.
I look up to see my Dad. Ryder is gone. It's just us in the woods.
"Dad." I scream happily. This time when I run I do move.
"Oh, honey, why did you kill me?" Dad whispers, his voice barely there.
His skin starts to peel on his face and his lips become chapped.

"You killed your own Daddy." he accuses, his voice now raspy and cracked.
"You took away my life." he continues with a sad tone.
"I'm sorry." I whisper, starting to cry again.
"There was so much I had planned. You took me away from the love of my life." he says.

"Stop!" I plead, no longer able to handle the sadness and guilt traveling throughout my body.
I did kill my Daddy and I wanted him back right now.
"And now I'm all alone and scared. You killed me, Skylar. You should be dead, not me!" he yells as loud as he can.
I look up again but he falls to the ground, no longer able to stand up.
"Skylar." my Dad whispers, his voice barely there.
"You killed me." he gasps and his eyes shut for the last time.

"No!" I scream, shooting upright. My body was soaked in sweat and my heart was racing. The tears raced down my cheeks. Ryder presses my head against his chest.

"Shh, it's okay now," Ryder soothes, stroking my hair softly. He whispered sweet nothings into my hair until I relaxed.

"I killed my father.." I whisper, then fall asleep.

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When I wake up, its nearly twelve. My head is now on Ryder's lap since he is sitting up. I get up and go to the bathroom without a word to brush my teeth. I don't like to talk before I brush my teeth. My morning breath will knock anyone ten feet away. I roll my eyes as I gurgle Listerine mouthwash, then proceed to rinse my face. My hair looked horrible. It was basically a mass of knots, and looked greasy from me not washing it yesterday.

I put it in a ponytail for now. I'll wash it when I get in the shower.

"How come you didn't wake me up?" I ask Ryder curiously. I wasn't mad or anything though. I honestly didn't even want to go to school today. After my emotional break down, I'm pretty sure I deserved a break.

"I tried," he says chuckling. I decide then that his chuckle is the best sound ever, "but every time I tapped you, you slapped me."

"Did it hurt," I ask. I sit on the bed across from him. How does he manage to look so beautiful, when he just woke up? I look like a freaking zombie when I wake up.

"What? When I fell from Heaven," he scowls. I smell jealousy.

"I swear I didn't write that," I laugh. "I mean, Seth, really? Thanks, but no thanks."

"Yeah, sure."

I flush from embarrassment and look down.

"I like making you blush." Ryder teases.