The Words You Left Unspoken

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Before they drove tear-stained and exhausted self back home, they decided to go to the ocean where Zachary told me more about the deal they made. About the money his friends owed that man and about the new deal they made. A deal which stated that they had to get the money within the next 21 days. A ridiculous amount of 65 thousand dollars. His friends owed this man 60 thousand and he added 5 thousand for the delay. How many percentage of interest did he charge them? 8,333 % is a shit load of interest if you ask me.
When I asked him about the following consequences in case they don't get the amount of money within the next 3 weeks, he told me that I was better off not knowing anything. I still didn't want to be better off, though.

To say that my parents and Anna were simply worried and angry was completely understated. Even though he and his friends apologized for bringing me home later than my parents expected, they threw the biggest tantrum I've ever experienced. Especially since I was accompanied by three handsome guys who seemed darker than the nighttime sky. Drake had been especially good with flattering Anna and my mother, but my worried father had remained unimpressed which caused him to be the one who was the angriest. I was prohibited from meeting anyone after school which meant that I had to go home straight after school and after piano lessons. They didn't even allow me to visit aunt Irene's house because they knew that she would've covered for me even if I wouldn't have been at hers.

Three weeks passed since that day, and my only chances of seeing him are the times I spend at the school's rooftop, but he didn't show up even once. I was on the roof every single day for the past three weeks, hoping that he would finally walk through the door or hoping that I would find him here asleep. Oh, what would I give to see his sleeping face again. The warmth of his embrace is still surrounding me, and I am desperately holding onto it as if my life depends on it. My worries overflow when I don't know what he's doing. Is he in danger? Is he hurt? Does he eat properly? What color is his hoodie today? Is he going to treat me coldly when I finally get to see him? Am I the only one who's completely messed up or do I somehow affect him too?

"So tired", a deep voice mumbles when the door opens, and I immediately turn my head to the right, seeing him dressed in his skinny jeans which he combined with a black hoodie today. His favorite color. A weak smile stretches across my face and it's a miracle that his appearance alone can lift my mood drastically.

"You must be a professional stalker", he yawns as he slowly strolls over towards me before sitting down to my right. A chuckle escapes my lips and the corner of his lifts upwards until we're both grinning at each other like idiots.

"Where have you been?"

"Dealing with the issue", his answer short, but I'm glad that he answered the question and glad to see him alive. What would I have done if he had never returned to this place? My mind would've tried to convince myself that he is still alive, hiding somewhere. But I would've never known for sure.

"So, it's done?"

"We're going to deliver the money today, well at least the money they've managed to gather", he explains as I turn my head to my right to stare into his cloudy eyes. The money they have managed to gather? What does that mean? They couldn't collect all the money? How much money did they collect? How much is left? Isn't that dangerous? Aren't they going to be punished for not satisfying the deal?

"I want to come with you", the words leave my mouth ere I see anger rising in his eyes. He detests the idea of letting me tag along.

"It's way too dangerous! Don't you know what's going to h-", he starts but cuts himself off before revealing more. So, it's going to be dangerous and they are going to be punished. I don't want to see him getting hurt again. His arm is still healing, so why does he have to get involved when it was not even his fault? Why would he put himself in danger so blindly?