Imagination or truth

As I was limping toward the house my dad came to help me as soon as he had noticed me limping. He wanted to know what happened while he was helping me to get to his car. 

"Can I just please go and drop my stuff in the house before I let you take me to the hospital as I know that is what you want to do now?" I asked my dad. I just wanted to get away from the man if he was still chasing after me. I didn't know and I certainly couldn't check now. 

"No, give me everything you want to put in the house. Once I have you in the car I will drop it in the house coming back to take you to the hospital." 

I sighed. Dad led me towards his car and helped me into the passenger side before taking my bookbag and backpack I held out to him to drop off in the house. He wasn't even gone a minute before he was back pulling the car out of the driveway into the street. 

He looked mad and wanted to know what had happened and why and how I had gotten hurt. He looked angry but he assured me that he wasn't mad at me but at the person or people responsible for what had happened to me. I decided that I had better tell him before he went on a wild goose chase thinking this was Carl and mom's doing. 

"When I walked out of the school gates I saw a car there that stood out for some or other reason. Not thinking too much of it I had started walking home. I had this weird feeling that I was being watched the whole time I was walking home and when I started looking over my shoulder ever so often I saw the same car there each and every time I looked back. It was as if it was following me. When I was about a block away I looked back again and saw someone climbing out of the passenger side of the car. This man started walking in the same direction as I was and this made me start running home as I got scared. 

I ran until I stumbled over the walkway that started going higher and from there I started limping home after I pulled myself up against the tree next to the walkway. "

Dad sat and listened to me telling the story to him while he was driving towards the hospital. He looked mad but as he heard that it wasn't Carl's doing he started to calm down. 

"How sure are you that this car and this man were following you? It could have been a figment of your imagination."

I nodded my head because I was asking myself exactly the same question. 

"I don't know that they were following me and I have asked myself the same question over and over again but I just wanted to run home and rather be safe than sorry."

Dad agreed and we were quiet for the rest of the drive to the hospital. 

After the visit to the Emergency room, I left with a cast around my broken foot and crutches so I would stay off of it while it healed, and patched up knees from where I fell on them.  

On the way home dad said that he would have to make a plan to have someone take me to school in the mornings and bring me back home in the afternoons just until I was finished with school or until we had answers as to what had happened this afternoon. I agreed with him. I didn't want to be walking to school anymore after what had happened but I knew that dad wouldn't be able to take me as he was working weird hours of the day and sometimes he was even away for a few days without coming home for more than a few hours for some sleep, sometimes even just a shower or a fresh change of clothes. 

Dad must have gotten into contact with Kyle because when we arrived back home he was already there sitting on the porch steps in front of the door. We hadn't spoken since that night when I had slept over at his place and I didn't reach out to him because I didn't know if I would be able to keep my composure in front of him and not blab that I had heard each and every word that he had whispered into my ear that night when he had thought that I was asleep. 

He offered to take me to school and back until dad could make another plan and I agreed looking to dad to let him know that I was fine with this. He probably thought of this and that was why he had contacted Kyle but I wasn't going to let him make decisions alone anymore. After talking for a while I was starting to feel tired and stood up, walking, rather struggling, toward the stairs to go up to my room after I had said my goodbyes and goodnights. 

While starting to struggle up the stairs with the crutches I felt hands coming around my waist, picking me up and carrying me up the stairs to my room where I was slowly and softly put down onto my bed. Kyle turned around and had started walking out of the room when he turned around, took a deep breath and started talking. 

"Would you want to go to prom with me? I would fully understand if you don't want to because I know we haven't talked in a while and it is fully my fault but I would love to go with you if you would want to have that." 

I looked up at him. I had thought of asking him if he wanted to go with me but I didn't think he would want to or even still be available and without a date. Thinking it through for another minute or so I agreed that I would love to go with him if he wasn't doing this out of pity he felt towards me for everything that has happened to me in the past little while. 

He walked closer and sat down next to me on the bed taking my hands in his, looking deep into my eyes, and telling me that he wasn't doing it out of pity but he was doing it because he really wanted to do it. 

We were both leaning into each other and I had closed my eyes waiting for him to kiss me. He was probably only inches from my lips when dad opened the door ruining everything.