I'm so sorry || cth (discontinued)

I'm not ready

30|| I'm not ready

~Stephanie~

"Molly has something to do with it," Luke says so surely that I wanted to believe it.

But, sadly, I'm not convinced.

"No fucking shit Luke," Michael says, agreeing with Luke but sounding irritated. "She's always had something to do with trouble."

"It sounds like Molly," Ashton agrees.

Calum nods in agreement as I stay silent, not believing it was actually Molly.

"I don't know who Molly is personally so I won't immediately think it's her," I says quietly, knowing deep down that it was her.

I felt drained and I thought I was going to throw up.

"What's wrong," Calum asks me, snapping me out of my trance.

I bit my tongue to prevent me from the truth spilling out of my mouth.

"Nothing," I whispers back, looking anywhere but the boys.

The tent is filled with unbearable silence and it's so uncomfortable I want to leave.

"I need to talk to someone," I announce, getting up and ducking out of the tent.

I walk to an isolated place on the other side of the camp site; away from all the chatter and tents.

Taking out my phone from my pocket, I instantly dial the only other person who would believe my story.

The phone is answered after only three rings.

"Steph?" Aidan asks, concern laced in his voice. "Why're you calling me at midnight?"

I stay silent, on the verge of crying.

"Steph," he asks again, sounding even more concerned than last time.

"I think she's back," I whisper, not trusting my voice.

"Who's back?" He asks and I hear shuffling from the other end as if he were standing up.

"Megan," I sigh. "She's back."

Only silence could be heard from the other end and I would've thought he hung up if I didn't hear the music in the background.

"She can't be," he says, sounding like he didn't believe himself.

"But she is," I argue.

"I found this note," I carry on. "Same handwriting and same sign off."

"M?" he asks, talking about the sign off.

"Yeah," I reply, nodding even though he couldn't see it.

"Let's talk about this tomorrow," he sighs, only now do I notice how tired he sounds.

"Okay," I agree. "Bye."

"Bye," he says, then hangs up.