• Troublesome • Rhett x Reader •

• Chapter Twenty One•

EXTREME TRIGGER WARNING:

The world slowly comes back into my grasp. I feel myself being lowered and for a moment I feel like I'm being  dropped, so I cling onto Rhett tighter, shaking. He takes a minute to hug me while they get the car ready. His hand runs through my hair soothingly. I could fall asleep. But, that's probably the drugs in my system.

"Okay, let's get you situated." He speaks quietly down into my ear before helping me sit in the back seat, carefully easing my head back against the headrest. He pulls the seatbelt over me and leans over to buckle me in. I can't help but think how horrid I must look right now. Pale, no doubt. My face is probably coated in sick. 

You know, I deserve this. For being bitter. This is the universe kicking me in the butt. I'll accept that booty kick if it evens out my karma-scale.

Rhett stands in the door of the car, talking with Nicole.

"Are you coming with?" He asks.

"No, I'm gonna go fuck Drew up." She sounds more serious than I've ever heard her before. "Nobody brings laced fudge to my parties when he knew that I made safe fudge for everyone. He knew people would mix them up. He's a scumbag."

"Calm down, Nicky. He'll get his." Jackie's calming voice radiates from beside Nicky.

"Want me to help?" Rhett offers, and I try to tilt my head to read his expression to decide whether or not he was actually offering to help kick a guy's ass. And, if he is, I'm a little thrown off.

"No, you direct Link. I'll put her address into your GPS."

"I've already got it." He says, shutting my door and hurrying around to the passenger seat.

"Oh..." Nicky gives me a look through the window before I close my eyes once again. The silence in the car is much nicer than the drug-induced deafness from before.

Link adjusts his mirror and I ses him watch me from it. I get a bit disoriented when we start moving, but nothing i cant handle.

"So," Link starts. "we're taking her to the hospital, right?"

"Nicole tried giving me (Y/n)'s address. I think she wants to go home." Rhett explains.

"We should really drop her off at a hospital." Link cautiously repeats himself before pulling onto the busier road. Rhett twists in his seat, draping his arm over the back of it and looking at me.

"Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"No."

"Okay. Home it is." He says, turning back to Link, finalizing the debate. Link doesn't argue. I'm not sure if it's because he actually stepped down, or if it's because he needs to focus on his driving.

"Thank you, Link. And you too, Rhett." My voice is small, and I can barely hear it. But they must've, because Link nodded at me and Rhett extended his arm across the back and rested it on my knee in a unspoken attempt to soothe me. It just happened to be the leg that's hurting, so I weakly nudge his hand off.

He turns his head slightly. Not looking at me directly, but from the corner of his eye. He looks hurt.

I should huff and turn away. Good. I was hurt when he ignored my calls, ignored me, and ignored my self-pitying guilting text message from 2 AM.

But, I feel my stomach sink, and I rub my leg in a sad attempt to ease the pain before giving up and leaning back against the seat. I reach forward and gingerly grab his hand into mine.

I can't see his facial expression, but he caresses the back of my hand with his thumb.

He directs Link, telling him when to turn right, left, go straight. Finally I see my home come into my vision, and I almost want to jump out of the moving car just to finally go lay down in my bed.