|| 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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- Thursday, November 9th -
Finnley left me alone at home. When I woke up after another midday nap, he was already gone, leaving me a note to tell me he was going to visit his grandmother and he'd be home around nine.
I can't believe he went there without me, since I kept on having to comfort him yesterday after he ran into Sydney. What do I do if he again runs into Sydney, or his mom? I'm stuck here, without a car, since my parents went to some dinner with my mom's co-workers. I could drive my bike to the hospital. If it wouldn't be a half an hour ride, which I'm not capable of because of my head.
I decided on taking the bus to surprise him with my own visit. I hope he'll be happy that I'm coming after him to support him.
And maybe just to settle my nerves about the fact he went out on his own. I simply can't sit at home, waiting another two and a half to three hours for him to get back home. If something happens, that wold be a long time before I would figure out something is wrong.
I dressed in record time, already starting to feel my head getting heavy because I'm rushing. I take half of the prescribed painkillers before I pull on my coat and head outside, starting the small walk to the nearest bus stop; three blocks away from my parents' house.
I keep having an uneasy feeling about any of this, mostly because I have no idea if Finnley is okay right now. But mostly because I feel both watched and followed; but there isn't anyone there whenever I look around.
My hand automatically found its way to my panic button, which I pull out of my clothes, and hold for the rest of the way towards the bus stop and while waiting for the bus.
They changed the time schedule, causing me to have to wait another 20 minutes before it arrives.
I take a seat on the small bench, wiggling a leg out of nerves, constantly checking my surroundings by scanning it with my eyes.
And I guess I was right to do so, because in less than 5 minutes after I sat down, Emma shows up in my peripheral vision.
Was she waiting, or what?
"You're back, again." Emma frowns, crossing her arms in front of her after she stopped right in front of me.
"Fuck off, Emma." I mutter, turning my head so I don't have to stare at her. She looks better by now, even though I hate to admit. She looks kind of like her old self, skinny jeans, converse sneakers and a coat, over a vest, over a simple top. At least she's not wearing Finnley's sweater right now.
Her hair isn't messy anymore. Her brown curls flow nicely over her shoulder and I guess she went back to wearing make-up.
"What?" She snaps, causing me to realize I was indeed staring at her. She looks down to her clothes, sending me a proud smile. "Gotta look good for my future husband, right?"
