Finding Home | Finders Keepers #1✔️

Thirty-Four - Him

Hey guys! It's been a long while! I've been in a stump for an absolute long time on how I was going to continue this book because this second draft has a lot of changes ever since the first draft came out. Anyway, with the stump, I've also been managing college which is a whole lot of hectic.

College is good, at least I'm still trying to keep my grades up as long as I can. Biochemistry is hard ya'll but interesting. Since we're on a break, starting second semester in monday, I decided to give ya'll a new chapter as much as I still can. By the way, another reason why I haven't been writing Finding Home was because I was preoccupied with Blood Hunter, which is another of my book and I'm very interested in continuing it as much I still can.

oh-KAY! I've blabbed on long enough. Here's Chapter 34!

- Bella O'Brien

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I didn't know what I was doing. I just stayed at the motel for the whole night instead of going back to Luke or going back to the big mansion. Normally, I would've paid for the night but I paid for the whole week. It just felt like a sense of normalcy or maybe I was making it seem like that to actually get away from all the people in my life right now.

              What's worse is that it's already morning and I know that if I don't get out and sort everything at school, I might get late and having to be gone for a long time is not going to help me from actually graduating and finally getting out of high school.

              So, I wash my hair and try not to think what had happened that night, where I had seen my douchebag of an ex again who had fucked me in the head even more when I was already screwed up, wanting to talk to me, and telling me that he won't get out of the town until I try and talk to him. Next thing I know, I'm already done washing myself and I was already wearing the same clothes I wore last night (I was not thinking of everything when I decided to go here), and I'm still thinking how I'm still going to be very bothered that we could see each other at other places besides the gym if I don't talk to him.

              Moreover, how the hell is Luke going to react to me leaving him in the middle of the night, lying that I was just getting water when I went straight towards the front door? I'm pretty sure that after everything he did for me; he is going to be pissed.

              And I was wrong about that.

              When I got to school, the first thing that greeted me was a very angry Caroline, storming straight at me.

              "Jesus, where were you this morning?" She almost screams it at me. "You know what? I don't care. Look, I know you're going through something dark and deep; and damn it, we've all been here for you, especially my brother who, at times, couldn't sleep when you couldn't. I don't even get to see him often because he's always with you, taking care of you. And in the morning? You just left without leaving a note, without texting anyone, you got us all worried especially him. Look, my brother may be a douchebag and I know he's gotten better because of you, but you don't get to treat him like just because you felt like walking out. It's not right! Apologize to him. Now, Rose."

              She was right. He didn't deserve anything I did last night. All the paranoia, all the worrying, I had to somehow, do something about it.

              I place my hands up in the air slightly. "Take a deep breath. I get why you're mad, okay? I'm sorry about hurting you and hurting your brother but can you point me now where he is? I'd like to talk to him."

              She shrugs. "He hasn't come. He thought you might be somewhere else. Said something about a bridge."

              A bridge. Wait, the bridge?