Save Me (Best of Me Book 2)

Chapter Two

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Chapter Two:

I didn't go home that night. I couldn't. My family gave me questioning looks when I walked into the house without Quinn . There were questions, curious glances, but I ignored them all. The more they spoke, the more I wanted to run away from them, too. Instead, I hid out in my room, closing myself off from them like I did with Quinn . It wasn't easy, it didn't feel great. But the thought of talking to anyone about this, of going home to Quinn, left an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach.

            So, I spent the night hiding away in my room. The night passed slowly; the stars shone brightly through my window. I watched the moon rise and fall, wondering if maybe Quinn was looking at it, too.

            Our relationship had never been easy, simple, or perfect to say the least. We started out as strangers, turned confidants, then lovers, then—then she left me. And, yeah, that hurt. Certainly,  wasn't a gold star moment in our relationship, but she came back. She came back and that's all that should matter.

            Right?

            Quinn came back, and she loved me. She proposed to me two years later, in front of my whole family. We were happy, and in love, and it was everything I wanted and so much more. I hadn't even known I wanted it until I met her. After losing Mae, the idea of losing anyone else was too much to handle. And even though we're engaged, even though she has been nothing but loving and supportive until recently—in my eyes anyway—I couldn't help but doubt her reasoning.

            She came with me here after her boyfriend dumped her. She stayed out of obligation. She left for comfort but came back for me. Did she really come back for me? Or had I become the new normal for her—a new comfort zone for her to fall into. Was she enticed by the idea of a family that I know she so clearly lacked for most of her life?

            Maybe I wasn't giving her enough credit.

            I love her. I trust her, but there has got to be an explanation for her actions. We were planning our wedding for fucks sake.

            There was a knock at my door and Christopher poked his head into my room. All my family had been in a visiting rotation since wedding planning begun. CoCo had been back here every weekend since she is such a large part of the planning. Sometime Mitchell brings Izzy down to visit, which always raises my spirits, Quinn's too. But Christopher hadn't been around often since the holidays. I was surprised to see him here recently, but he had told me earlier in the week that he was just making a pit stop before continuing on to meet Mac at their parent's house.

            "Hey, Theo, care to talk?" I shrugged. He took it as a sign to come into the room, closing the door behind him, before he sat on the bed next to me. We sat side by side in silence, staring out the window together. "Where's Quinn?"

            "Home."

            "Why aren't you with her?"

            "We had a fight." I whispered finally looking at my brother.

            "Couples fight," He said simply.

            "I guess," I shrugged again. "We just—we normally don't? I mean, not about huge things."

            "The wedding." I nodded. "Are you guys not agreeing on things?"

            "No, we are."