Invisible String

Chapter 8 -Not judging you

I wake up with a knot in my stomach, not knowing where I am or how I got here. Confusion overwhelms me as I try to recall the events of the previous night: the studio, Logan, and Alexa's call that still wreaked havoc in my head.

With my mind still clouded, I get out of the unfamiliar bed I found myself in. The plain white walls give a sense of sterility, and there are barely any furnishings besides the bed I'm on. It seems like this place is new, or at least newly furnished. The absence of any personal decoration makes me feel even more out of place, as if I'm in an unknown world.

With hesitant steps, I leave the room and start walking through the apartment, trying to find some clue about where I am. Every step feels like a struggle against an invisible force pushing me down, and my mind feels dizzy with confusion and bewilderment.

The apartment seems spacious and modern, with an open kitchen connecting to the dining area and living room. The furniture is minimalist and stylish, but the lack of personal decoration makes the place feel cold and desolate. I wonder who lives here, and why I'm here in the first place.

Finally, I reach the dining area and see Logan sitting on the couch, a cup of coffee in hand. His presence surprises me, but also comforts me to some extent. This must be his new apartment in the city, which explains the lack of decoration in the place.

"Logan?" My voice seems to startle him as he jumps slightly, and the mobile he was holding and seemed to be reading attentively almost slips from his hands.

"Genesis, you scared me!" He brings one hand to his chest, reminding me of Veronica.

"Sorry." My gaze focuses on my bare feet as if there's something important about them.

"It's nothing," he assures me. "I know this might sound like a silly question, but how are you feeling?"

"I feel awful," I admit aloud, unable to look him in the eyes, feeling too ashamed. Surely by now he had seen the photos, surely he wouldn't know how to kick me out of his house. I was taking advantage of his kindness.

At this moment, it wouldn't be good to be seen with me. Something like that could ruin his career, one that was just beginning. I couldn't do this to him or anyone.

"You shouldn't. If anyone is awful in this situation, it's the person who leaked the photos. They are private, and I'm sure at that moment you just trusted a person you loved and thought would never betray you like that."

Love.

Whatever I was feeling right now, it was as far from love as possible.

To me it was obvious Noah had leaked them. Or at least had something to do with them. The camera was his, and after the break up he kept those pictures, I didn't even remembered about them... until now.

Shit.

How could I have come to love someone so awful? Had he always been like that, and I never saw it? I mean he acted like a jerk during our break up and a part of our relationship but I never thought he could do something like this to me. I didn't do anything to him! I loved him so much, but I felt so disgusted right now, like I could just throw up.

Why? I kept asking myself, Why would he do this to me? I was a great girlfriend, if anything, he was the sucky one on the relationship, I mean he's the one that cheated and somehow I'm still on the receiving end of the hate.

"I should go," I murmur, trying to find my shoes.

"I don't think that's a good idea," Logan rushes to stop me, getting up from the couch where he seemed comfortable, even taking me by the shoulders, I divert my gaze to a point behind his head. I was sure that if I looked him in the eyes, I would start crying again and I wasn't sure I could stop if I did.