|| Second Book! Can not be read as a stand-alone || Read The Secrets Of Finnley first!
"Be fearless in the pursuit of what sets your soul on fire."
After getting in a lot of trouble, Cristian tried to pick up his carefree life again. He focusses on...
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- Sunday, October 22nd -
After giving a statement to the police about what happened and a quick medical check-up, both Finnley and I were allowed to go home again. I remember the silence that lingered in between us every second we'd been sitting in the same room, waiting for one person or another.
He didn't dare to look at me, I didn't feel like looking at him. Because every time I did, I remembered the way he was kissing Oliver, the way we fought, the way he hurt my feelings again. Before, I never was too sure about my right to be angry over anything, because we never really talked about our feelings for each other. Besides, it had been complete strangers I got pissed about back then.
But this time around he not only knew damn well I am deeply, madly in love with him, he also decided to screw me over behind my back with none other than Oliver fucking Mackenzie. I simply hate Oliver more than ever, maybe even more than I hate Jeffrey. Because I hate the fact Oliver is always lingering on the side-line, waiting for me and Finnley to have a falling out, only for him to reclaim his place as Finnley's support system, best friend and apparently his fuck buddy.
I couldn't catch my sleep at all tonight and I've heard Nathan and Stan bicker over the fact Stan left me on my own while Nathan went to call a cab. Nathan kept repeating he was supposed to watch me.
Eventually the argument stopped and they silenced, probably both fuming in anger in silence. Maybe even staring daggers at each other.
I have no idea, but even with them silencing, I couldn't sleep. Because I feel so hurt over the fact Finnley wanted to go away with Oliver at the party, after an intense make out session.
I feel like everything is again falling apart, with him hurting me, Ahmed trying to get to me when I had one short moment I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings and now I'm constantly scanning the streets because I feel like Jeff could be lingering around somewhere.
I really try to keep my sanity here, but after hours of overthinking everything, I still felt restless and scared.
I eventually got out of bed around 7 in the morning, forcing some breakfast down my throat, before I go into the study room and decide to do some homework since I can't sleep anyway.
When I hear footsteps in the living room I look at the time, noticing I've been seated here for about an hour. I head out, deciding on getting myself a drink, walking in on Nathan, who jumps in surprise when he notices me. His face flushes instantly, like he's hiding something.
"Why are you out of bed this early? You never get out before 10."
"I couldn't sleep, why, am I interrupting something?" I cock a brow, passing him on my way to the kitchen.
When I walk back out with a bottle of water, I freeze in my spot, staring at Stan, who just walked in from the hallway in nothing but boxers.
"Well, this is awkward." He mumbles, stopping dead in his tracks, while still halfway into stretching, which I know he does after he just woke up.
