The events of yesterday faded into my past, although my throat still felt raw from where his firearm scratched it on the way down and no matter how many times I scrubbed with a toothbrush, I could still taste phantom gunpowder on my tongue.
He was in there, hiding away behind the closed door of his bedroom for the past twenty four hours.We hadn't spoken.
I hadn't even seen him.
I was just hyper aware of his presence in this house and how it changed the whole atmosphere whenever he was home.His mom constantly looked at me with a guilty expression, like she blamed herself. Her heart was shattered and her soul was tired. Kingsley was just plain angry. He kept questioning me, trying to trip me up on my answers.
They knew Stirling was involved.
They knew I was lying to cover for him.The cops knew too. So did the whole damn town because the population of Seaton Marsh is so minuscule, if it wasn't Stirling and his gang, who else could it possibly be?
I glanced at his door again, just a simple shield of wood standing between us. I was more than okay with him avoiding me, or perhaps I was the avoiding him. Either way, I was grateful for the space.
Though, I could hear him banging the hell out of his punching bag relentlessly. There's no way I would possibly sleep with his music playing and his fists beating, I tried.
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