Hate To Miss You (2) | 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝙷𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚜 ❈

Fifteen

"Wait, you can't be serious?" Stella gawked, her eyes wide as she helped me haul my luggage through the airport and towards her car. "He did what?"

"Yep," I shrugged, not really feeling like going into much more detail about the fight I'd had with Jack. I couldn't go home to New Jersey, that was all that mattered right now. "So, I'm gonna stay here for a bit."

"Why not back in Jersey?" She asked, cocking her head as she hauled my bags in her car. "Weren't you living with that girl, Faye, before Jack came back into your life."

I frowned, turning my gaze to the floor. "Don't even get me started on Faye. We're not exactly on good terms."

"Why not?" Stella asked, also frowning. She liked Faye, and when they'd met the first time, Stella thought she was sweet. "Did something happen?"

"She's dating that asshole I was with in high school," I told her, a scowl settling on my features.

Stella's eyes widened. "You mean Reid? That dick who put Jack in the hospital and attacked you?"

"I always forget you were there for that," I admitted, furrowing my eyebrows. "But yes, that Reid. And she thinks he's a good guy, but, he isn't, and he's going to hurt her."

"Does he recognise you?" Stella asked, hanging on to every word of my story.

"That's the worst part," I told her honestly. "It's easier if I just show you."

I pulled out my phone, opening up the photos that had been taken on Jack and I through the window, along with the several texts I'd received. Stella's face dropped as she zoomed in on the photos, horrified.

"Reid took these?" She whispered, dumbfounded.

"And sent the texts," I told her, rolling my eyes. "And then when he found out I was living with Jack, he started dating Faye and moved in with her. I can't go home, not while he's there."

"Lyla you have to warn her," she told me, stressing. "He could seriously hurt her, he's like a stalker."

"I know," I whispered, annoyed that Faye wouldn't listen to about Reid and that it has caused a fight. "But she won't hear me. I already tried."

"He's psychotic," Stella frowned, sounding disgusted. "I hope karma gets him good."

"I should go to the police with these, but I'm afraid that if I tell anyone that he'll release the photos to the public and it'll ruin Jack's career."

Stella sighed, thinking. "It is a tough one, but I think you should speak up. I'm sure Jack should agree that your safety is the priority."

She snatched my phone back, zooming back into the photos. "I will say, though, this looks steamy, Lyla! You and Jack are hot!"

"Do not say that ever again," I told her, chuckling as I took my phone back, locking it and putting it away in my pocket. "Besides, I don't want to think about Jack right now."

If Stella wanted to say anything more, she chose not to, which I was thankful for. We made the drive back to her house located in central Crestwood, right near the rink, and I knew I'd have to go there later today just for kicks.

"Not much has changed," she told me, driving slowly through the small town towards her two storey home. I made a mental note to visit my mother while I was here, though she didn't know I was home yet, and I was going to keep it that way for at least a few more hours.

I spent the afternoon at Stella's, successfully not thinking about Jack, before deciding some time around six at night that I was going to the rink. Stella had stayed home, letting me go on my own, and giving me time to think. I collected my skates from my home on the way through, knowing my mother would be at work at this hour of night anyway.