We get dressed after we dry off, feeling refreshed.
Abruptly, my phone rings and I give it a questioning look before picking it up. It was an unknown number... sketchy.
"Hello?" I greet with a curious tone.
"Tell me what happened. Why did you kill him? Why?" Someone screams into the phone. I bring it away from ear, confused.
"Who is this?" I ask, Dark looking over at me worriedly.
"You know damn well who this is, Anti!" They scream again and my heart drops. Quinton.
"Can we talk in person?"
"What? So you can kill me as well?" He accuses, his Australian accent sticking out.
"Quinton, stop this nonsense. You need to hear my part of the story too. Can we meet up tomorrow at noon?"
I hear him huff, "fine. At my house. You know where it is. Don't bring Dark. I can't trust him."
"Deal."
He hangs up and I throw my phone on the bed, sighing.
"Who was that?" Dark asks, walking over to me and wrapping his arms around my torso.
"Quinton," I say, burying my head into his chest.
"What did he want?"
"He just wanted to yell at me, but I made him a deal. We're going to meet up tomorrow at noon and talk. Part of the deal was that you couldn't come."
"But what if he tries to hurt you, Anti? I can't trust him with you."
"Darky, I'll be okay," I reassure him.
I have to do this by myself. If not, Quinton will always hate us and be hurting over his fiancé. I don't want to hurt anymore people. One was enough for me. I can't do that again. Doing this... it'll be hard. But I need this weight off of my shoulders. I need to tell the complete truth and only the truth. No more lies. No more secrets. It's all going out tomorrow. All of it.
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No One Cares || Danti ✔️
Fanfiction"Hey. Listen to me, I'm here. I care. Talk to me." Cover Art: Gratooney -°^°- on Redbubble Any fanart in this book is NOT mine and I do not take any credit for it. Started: 9/2/18 - 4/19/19
