(Your POV)
Sean runs out of the bathroom, fully clothed and almost tackles me, causing me to fall on my ass once again. He looks around frantically for what's already gone - Anti. Then, looking back at me, he lets out a small sigh of relief.
"(Y/n), it was here, are you okay? It didn't hurt you, did it?" he asked, helping me back up.
I close my eyes and rub the back of my neck. "Yeah, I'm okay, but..."
"But what? Did it talk to you? What did it say?"
"It has a name." Sean looks confused.
"A name? And you know this, how...?"
"Mark and I figured it out," I say, looking down at the ground. I mentally prepare myself for what his reaction will be to me going behind his back and talking to his friend.
He lifts my chin to make me look him in the eye. Mixed in with the blue is pain with a pinch of distrust.
"Why did you lie to me?" he asks.
"When did I lie?"
"When you told me you were going on my computer. You told me something else, not Skyping with that guy."
"Sean, I didn't lie to you-"
"Then, what was it?"
"I never specified what I was going to do. All I said was I had some business to attend to, and I consider trying to get you out of this mess my business."
His eyes soften. It seems like all he wants is for people to be honest with him.
"So... what is his name?" he asks.
I hesitate. Chills run up my spine as the name runs through me.
Shit, is he going to be in my head, too?
I'm everywhere.
I gasp and Sean jumps from the noise.
