Full Circle

02 | when the night falls

Bella

I paced around the large room that Jonathan, Justin's father, had offered me, keeping everything neatly in place.

The chequered boyfriend's shirt I had on was flowing around from the wind coming from the open balcony.

I glanced at the phone on the bedside table that lit up and buzzed showing that I had a message from Soph. Opening it, I was met with the face of my two best friends, doing a peace sign with their new, and very fancy room.

I chuckled at the small drawing of the devil she made on Alex's head, writing 'i put some spiders in his bed.' in bold letters.

I tossed it back on the bed and took a deep sigh.

It really has been so long.

I used to be so familiar with this place, it was my second home, and not one goddamn thing has changed.

Although I wonder if Justin still has those one direction posters stuck on his wall like he did before.

When I saw him today, I genuinely expected a more harsh reaction, because I deserve it.

I told Sophia and Alex about me knowing him, but I doubt anyone would ever understand how deep of a bond we share except the two of us.

And no one would understand how hard it was for me to abandon him when his mom's body wasn't even cold yet.

I was tempted to barge in his room, which was right next to me, by the way, but that's not awkward at all right?

I mean just a girl, who's watching over her childhood best friend, who's crazy uncle that runs a gang is back and is hunting his family down. Oh and the uncle is involved with the girl's father who she hates.

Not awkward at all. And not confusing.

Joe owes me big time for doing this, because I have a gut feeling that our stay here isn't gonna end well at all.

For a moment I just felt like going to sleep on this very soft mattress and never wake up. Reality sucks.

A knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts. "Come in." I sat up on the bed. Jonathan's face popped in, opening the door fully.

"Hey kid." His lips twisted into a soft smile.

Jonathan King has always been a father figure. I remember how I used to crash here when my mum and dad used to fight and the King family would drown me in chocolatey goodies and board games and movies, trying to take my mind off it.

"Hey John." I smiled back at him.

"Dinner's ready."

"I'll come with you." We both walked our way towards the elevator at the end of the large hallway.

"Bella." He looked towards me. I turned towards him.

"It's good to see you." His open arms pulled me into a warm hug, he patted my head in such a comforting manner I almost didn't want to let go.

"Oh and you have to go call Justin." He leaned back, looking down at me, only to be met with my glare.

"Oh no. Not happening." I pulled away from him. "He'll explode if he sees me. Trust me he does not want to see me."

I gave him a firm look.

I know a closed off look when I see one and Justin's definitely had one.

He slipped up when he called me 'Bells' almost making me believe that I could have the chance to explain to him what happened.

My therapist says angry people are like bricks, to make them listen, land a punch or two with a hammer.