ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕕...
TW: Mature content
"𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙚, 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙚."
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Lydia Grayson is a popular girl; gorgeous, caring, intelligent, humorous, and a tad bit of a badass; She knows how to party. No one knows about the challenges she faces...
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I heard the front door slam shut. She left. I let her leave.
'Fuck' I groaned while aggressively running my hands over my face.
'This is for the best. Right?'
After a few minutes of thinking about what just happened, I decided to go for a drive to distract myself. I walked back down the stairs, ignoring everyone in the living room who was playing a board game, and headed for the front door.
"Where you going?" I heard Max call from behind me.
Honestly I don't know, I just need to get out of the house.
Instead of looking back or answering, I stormed out the door and slammed it shut.
I got in my car and started driving...
I didn't realise I was on my way to Lydia's dorm until my car pulled up to building complex C.
I had zero control over what I was doing and no matter how hard I was trying to convince myself to leave her alone I couldn't.
The cool wind greeted me as I stepped out of my car, goose bumps crept up onto my bare arms.
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'What the hell am I doing?' I should leave.
Instead, I pressed my knuckles against the wooden door.
No answer.
I knocked again... still no answer.
'Where the fuck is she?'
I took my phone from my back pocket and copied Lydia's phone number from the group chat Emma created, adding her as a new contact.
Text after text and call after call, but no answer.
'The fuck?'
I banged on the door harder but still no answer.
My heart rate picked up 'where the hell is she?!'
I remembered that Denver had once given me the key to her dorm room. I ran to my car, grabbed the key and ran back.
The lock clicked as I turned the key in the nob. I pushed the door open.
"Lydia?" I called out while looking around.
"Lydia?!" I repeated louder. Her bedroom door was wide open but no one was there.
My pulse quickened. I picked up my phone and attempted to reach her once again.
... I spent the next couple hours waiting for her to come back or at least text me back.
What if she's hurt? What if she's in trouble? What if-...
