The Night I Was Saved

Chapter Twenty

I didn't deny or admit to Hanson's statement. I didn't give him any reaction, except for a shrug of my shoulders that probably said enough. Hanson's on to me, what else could explain my protective -almost territorial- behavior towards Jo and Daisy?

But there is no way in hell I'm gonna say it out loud. Not before I have told it to the person that it's all about. And not before I'm one hundred percent sure that it won't have any effect on her recovery.

I ended up leaving shortly after Hanson subtly tried to ask me about Jo and my feelings for her once more. He gave me the file with copies, and also a very detailed report of the observation and eventual arrest that followed. I'm glad he did, because I have to read it through more carefully and with my full attention since I feel as if I haven't heard half of it due to the anger.

And now I'm sitting in Felix's car, and I'm parked in front of his house. He shares it with Morgz and Alex, and for some reason, my whole body relaxes upon seeing the front door.

I had to bring back Felix's car, and I figured that now that Jo is safe and not alone, I'd be away just a little longer to catch up with my mates. I've missed them, and I think it's good to have some distraction before I'm facing Jo and have to tell her everything that Hanson's told me.

I haven't texted mum or Mercy yet. It's around three now, and I know I have some time left before mum starts dinner. Since Felix's house is only a twenty-minute walk from mum's, I'll manage to get back in time.

I step out of the car, check the backseat to see if there is anything that belongs to Daisy or Jo, and then make my way to the front door. I knock and then realize that I have no idea if they're even home. I haven't even read or replied to the texts that I got from them this morning. I'm a fucked friend.

After a short moment, the door swings open and reveals a Felix in chill mode. Trackies, a hoodie, and a black cap; it's exactly how I would've looked if my life hadn't take this insane twist.

"Well, well, look who it is." He clicks his tongue and then presses his lips against each other onto a thin line. His eyes tell me he isn't mad though; he's trying to let me think he's pissed, but a smirk is fighting to get through.

"Yeah, yeah," I say while holding up one hand, preventing him from giving me a rant. "You've got some food?"

Felix nods his head for me to enter, and I do so while tossing him the keys of his car. "Thanks, bruh," I mumble, both because he permits me and because I could borrow his car. Felix nods in return, and I silently thank the universe for granting me a friend like him.

He doesn't ask questions because he, without a doubt, senses my mood. He doesn't hold a grudge. He hasn't spoken to me for a while but he globally knows about the situation. He doesn't care about any of it, because he knows that nothing has changed between us. He knows that I would act the same if it was him in my shoes.

When we enter the kitchen -which is the go-to place when we chill here- I'm greeted by Morgz. He's just eating what seems like a late lunch, and when he spots me his eyes light up in a way that's typically Morgz. ''Yo bruh, how's it going?"

I return his customized handshake and then take a seat next to him before shrugging off my heavy coat. "It's going," I reply, not sure where to begin or even if I should begin at all.

"Weren't you having a week off?" Felix pipes up while nodding towards my working gear.

I nod and rub my face, fixing my eyebrows by rubbing my finger and thumb along the hairs. "I was. I am."

"Fuck, bruh. You need coffee?" Morgz asks but doesn't wait for my answer. He stands and walks to the counter to grab me the coffee that he is right about me needing.