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Chapter 16: Confession

Nathan's POV

I'm going insane. Where the f*ck is she?

I searched through every room I passed by, the people around me were weirded out by my rush but I didn't frckin' care. I had to find her fast. My mind and body did nothing but just completely go crazy looking for Tara.

"STAY AWAY! DON'T TOUUUUCH ME!"

I suddenly heard a familiar voice from the other side of the corridor. Without a second to waste, I dashed towards that room with its door open widely.

It's them.

Fck yes, I'm not too late.

"Hey come on babe I thought--"

Before I could allow him to completely push her against the bed, I barged in and grabbed him from behind.

"GET OFF ASSH*LE" I growled and threw him to the corner.

Everybody else who were strolling through the corridors ended up witnessing the scene. Johnny got the guts to stand up and charge. A punch was sprinting towards my face, but with slow-motion in my head, I was able to abruptly catch his fist and twisted it without mercy, accompanying a strong push towards the wall.

Nathan control yourself, please

My rage put me under this unescapable spell again. I couldn't help the pleasure of seizing and shoving him more punches from my elbow and knuckles.

I grabbed his collar and locked him against the ground, "You're dead this time," my eyes felt as dark as it should be.

"Nathan?"

That voice

I paused and turned my head towards Tara but Johnny took the chance to take over me with his knuckle smashes.

"WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?!" Juliet scooted over the crowd and grabbed Johnny from beating me up.

"WHY DON'T YOU ASK THIS PSYCHOPATH?!" He raised his voice with temper, pointing his finger directly to my face.

I crumpled my fists and stood back up. I marched to Tara and didn't think twice of carrying her. I walked outside with solid expression written all over my face, pushing everybody out of the way.

"Nathan!!!!! WAIT!" Juliet shouted from afar.

I continued on my pace out of the house until we were able to grab a taxi. Tara had nothing to show but behave like a possessed laughing idiot. I pushed her first inside before I was able to settle beside her.

"Ughhhhhh my head hurts sooooo much" she complained, moving around her seat, as the vehicle had started its trip.

"Why did you drink"

She didn't respond and just squinted her eyes to me, her arms crossing. I looked at her and tilted my head, "any reasonable answer?" I asked.

"Huh haha," she chuckled.

"What?"

Oh please why am I even here

"Why don't you explaaaiin yourself MR. WAYNE TREVOR?"

"Its Nathan though."

"Lol whatevs its the same thing," she continued, "been wanting myself to get drunk because of your stubborn head!"