The Boy Behind the Mask {Delirious}

Chapter 32

Jonathan's P.O.V.

The house was quiet. It had taken me a while to figure out to realize that Macy had packed a few of her belongings and left, and even longer to find out about Evan's disappearance as well. For a while, I felt relieved knowing that I wouldn't have to face them after what I had said to Macy. Now I just felt an overwhelming sense of guilt.

It was nearly four in the morning. I had stayed up wondering where they had gone. Maybe they had left together or maybe Evan had left after her. There was no telling.

Evan was right. I didn't deserve a second chance, but I wasn't sure if I even wanted a second chance. Macy was this surreal dream that took hold too fast. I fucking appreciated her and everything she did for me. Though, I knew that I was never the best influence on her and I hurt her a lot more than what I could even forgive myself for.

My phone vibrated beneath my arm and I picked it up, sitting up on the bed.

"It's four in the morning, Luke."

"And you answered on the first ring. Why are you still up? I thought you were sleeping better."

I frowned. "Macy left last night. I really fucked up, but I think it's better for her to be without me."

"No, Jonathan," Luke shouted, forcing me to move the phone away from my ear. "You don't get to decide that shit. If you really care about her, you would take her own feelings into consideration instead of doing what you think is easier for you. Find her now."

The call ended abruptly and I threw my phone across the room in annoyance. I didn't want him to be right. I didn't want to have to swallow my pride and apologize. But at the same time, I didn't want to loser her.

Fortunately, my phone was still okay when I had picked it up off the floor and I quickly dialed Macy's number, hoping she'd be awake. It rang and my heart pounded in my chest at every short pause and disappointment came with every passing ring until it cut to her voicemail.

So I called her again and when that didn't work, I called Evan. He had answered on the first call.

"Fuck, man. It's four in the morning. What's up?" Evan whispered angrily, his voice dry and croaky.

"Is Macy there?"

I heard him mutter incoherently on the other end. "I forgot all about yesterday. Look, Jonathan, whatever you did to Macy pissed me off, but you're still my best friend. Apologize, but give her some time. I'm sure she'll forgive you too. We're at the motel on Central and Eighth, but for fuck's sake, please get here at least after seven. Some of us need sleep."

"Alright," I chuckled. I heard Evan laugh a bit too. "Thanks for this, Evan. I know what I said was fucking stupid of me. Watch over her."

"Macy's a lot more capable of taking care of herself than we'll ever be."

And with one final goodbye, the call ended and I felt relief. Evan forgave me, he was with Macy, and they were both safe. That's all that mattered at the moment. I put my phone away and went back to bed, a smile finding its way onto my face as I heard Baby come into the room and felt her curl up against my leg.

Then she began whining.

"I miss her too," I mumbled quietly before finally getting some needed sleep.