The End Where I Begin (Book Four of the Glen Power Series)

Chapter 29

I keep hoping Glen will come home.

It's been a couple of days since I saw him last. I've never gone this long without hearing from him. We're practically inseparable. I don't like this. I don't like this at all.

I've tried calling him. Ten times yesterday. Nearly twenty today. But there's no reply. I suppose he's ignoring me. And I don't blame him. But I still wish he'd just let me know he's alright.

What if he's hurt? Been in an accident and no one knows? Or he's gone and drank himself stupid and fallen asleep in a cemetary somewhere? The possibilities are endless. For all I know, he could be dead. I feel sick at the thought...

It doesn't help that I'm alone with Mark now. To kill the loneliness, I spend a lot of time with him. Trying to act like everything is alright between us. Why shouldn't they be? He's my best friend, after all. That's what best friends do. Make shitty situations okay again...

But this isn't a normal situation, is it? Your best friend shouldn't be forced to sleep with you because you have some fucked up condition. He shouldn't break up your marriage along with his own. He shouldn't fall in love with you...

He shouldn't make you love him back.

I force the thought out of my head. No. I love Glen. I always have loved Glen. I will always love Glen. And him being away from him isn't good for me.

I need to find him.

I don't tell Mark where I'm going. I don't really know to be honest. I just let my feet guide me as my mind tries to dig into the mindset of the man I married. Where would I go if I were in his shoes? Who would I turn to if I wanted to drown out my troubles?

Danny.

Before I know it, my hand is slamming down on his door. If Glen is going to be anywhere, he's going to be here. I can feel it.

The door creaks open and I see Danny's glorious bed-head through the crack. He's rubbing his eye with his fist, pouting grumpily as he blinks at me. I've woken him up. Shit. What time is it anyway?

“It's four in the fucking morning,” he grumbles. Well that answers that question... “What d'you want?”

“I need to see Glen.”

He sighs and opens the door, stepping out of the way to let me in. As I walk past him, I keep my eyes peeled for any sign of him. But there's none. Not a trace. What the...

There's got to be something. Some tiny piece of evidence. I need to find it. I dash through the rooms, literally tearing the place apart. But no matter how hard I look, I can't find any proof that Glen has been here. I can feel the anxiety build in my stomach.

“You won't find him.”

“He's here somewhere.” Anxiety builds to panic...

“No, he isn't.”

“He can't be anywhere else...” Panic builds to anger...

“Em, he isn't here...”

“He has to be!” My scream catches him off guard and I see the look of shock as I spin around to face him. “He hasn't come home in days! I haven't heard anything from him! No one has! D'you even know what that feels like? I have to find him, Danny. I have to know he's okay. And you're the only person that could possibly know where he's gone! He had to come to you, because where else could he go? Not Rina. She's too involved. And he has no one else here. So tell me where he is! Otherwise, so help me God...”