Chapter 5

                                    

                                          
Chapter 5
                          
A Few Days Later...
                          
Riley POV
                          
"Riley?"
                          
My uncle came into my room and sat down on the end of my bed. I looked at him.
                          
"Riley, what's going on? You've got me and your aunt really worried."
                          
"Why?"
                          
"You seemed like you were getting better, but ever since we came back from Connecticut, I just feel like you've gotten worse. You haven't said anything to us, you stay shut up in your room, and you seem really jumpy all the time. What's going on? Did something happen while we were gone?"
                          
"No. I'm fine."
                          
"Riley, you're not fine."
                          
"Yes I am!"
                          
"Riley-"
                          
"Why do you even care!? You're not my father! You're only my uncle!"
                          
"Riley. I care so much about you. And your parents care too. But they can't be here right now. So it's part of my responsibility to make sure you're ok. And you're not. I need to do something to fix that."
                          
"Well good luck."
                          
"Riley, please tell me what's going on."
                          
"I don't want to."
                          
"Why not?"
                          
"I don't trust you like that!"
                          
"Why don't you trust me?"
                          
"Because this is personal. You barely know me even though you're my uncle. I see you on holidays, and that's basically it. You can't just fall into my life one day, and expect me to trust you like we've been best friends for years."
                          
"But Riley, I'm your uncle. You know you can tell me anything. And if you have any problems, I'll try my best to solve them. I love you Riley, and I just want you to be happy."
                          
"I love you too, but I'm still not telling you. I'm sorry. But if it makes you feel any better, I probably wouldn't tell my parents either," I said, getting up and walking out of my room, leaving my uncle sitting on my bed.
                          
I sat in the living room, and waited to see what my uncle would do next. He went out on the porch, so I decided to eavesdrop and see what he was telling my aunt.
                          
"We need to do something about Riley," said my uncle.
                          
"What can we do? If she refuses to talk to us, what are we supposed to do about that?" Said my aunt.
                          
"I know! I think she trusts that blonde boy who lives across the street. We could ask him. Maybe Riley's told him about what's been going on, or maybe he knows something," said my uncle.
                          
He wouldn't dare pull Riker into this, would he?
                          
"That's a great idea. Then maybe we can help Riley," said my aunt.
                          
I could see my uncle walking over to Riker's house. All I could do was sit at the window and wait and see what happened. But I was almost positive Riker would tell him what's been going on. Riker just seemed to want me to be happy, and if telling my uncle what was going on helped, then I was sure that he would.
                          
Riker POV
                          
I answered the door, and Riley's uncle was standing there. I was scared at first that something had happened to her. Maybe Dylan did something...
                          
"You're Riker, right?" Riley's uncle asked me.
                          
"Yeah."
                          
"Can I talk to you about Riley for a minute?"