the cabin 》h.s

twenty-six

song inspo:

addicted - simple plan

fuck, i'm lonely - lauv & anne-marie

chapter 26

[ H A R R Y ]

Watching her go was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. The first time, at least. This time, it's gut-wrenching.

My heart felt like it'd been ripped out of my chest. I felt broken. Broken for her. This feeling, it was a new one. I felt embarrassed but more hurt.

I was angry at first. Angry that Mikaela had the audacity of putting something so privately and personal out there like it was nothing. The territory she claimed she had on me was flat out ridiculous. I was furious.

But I didn't care. In that moment, from the tears brimming Ray's eyes and the way she took off, I didn't care.

I felt more responsible and guilty of it than I did the first time.

I took off after her, yet again. I need to make sure she's okay. The first time the rumor was spread, I let myself watch her go off the rails. She fell off the radar for a while. And it sucked knowing I was the reason for it.

In the beginning, I didn't seem to care. At least, I made it seem like I didn't. When deep down, I was worried. Constantly. I just didn't want to show it.

When I make it to the lot, Ray was already gone. Her car was nowhere to be found and I'm already racing to my own car and speeding to her house.

I can't believe I let this happen. Granted, the first time was just a rumor but I was just a dumb kid who wanted to look cool. This time, it was an actual secret I wanted to keep between the two of us. One nobody should've known about, just us two.

I tap at the screen of my car and quickly hit Ray's number, calling it and hearing it ring two or three times until it hits voicemail. I try again and again until the fourth time. I'm frustrated and worried as the voicemail tone beeps and I'm flustered.

What would I even say? Something that I haven't already?

I hang up without a word.

Finally, after nearly a half hour of driving, I make it to her house. And slowly, as I shut off my car, I notice the surroundings.

I don't get it. Her car is here, but the light to her room is off. There's no way she's sleeping.

Unless...

My heart aches again at the thought of her possibly crying herself to sleep. I didn't want to imagine it. But I couldn't help it.

When I step out of my car, slowly beginning to approach the house, something catches my attention and I look to my side at Reagan's car. Inside the car, was Ray herself. Hands on the wheel, head pressed against the center as she shakes. Crying. Just as I assumed.

I'm about to approach her when she abruptly steps out, taking in a breath to calm herself before she turns around and notices me.

"Ray-"

"What are you doing here?"

"Ray, I-"