Riley’s pov

I screamed, swinging blindly, my fist connecting with something hard. “Get off me! Get the fuck off—“

“Riley! Riley, it’s me!”

I froze, calming down to look at the face the familiar voice belonged to.

Carl?

He was holding his jaw where I’d hit him, his eyes wide with concern rather than anger. The rain had gotten heavier, soaking through his shirt, plastering his hair to his forehead.

“Carl? my voice came out shaky, breathless. "What the hell are you doing here?”

“I saw you walking on the road alone when I was driving back.” He dropped his hand from his face, stepping closer. “What are you doing...