I grab ahold of the necklace, toying it between my fingers. “You told me you’d never leave me worried or scared, T. Youpromisedme.”
Tobias breathes out heavily, trying to regain himself by bracing his hands on either side of me against the door. “Ido.I meant it.”
My eyes squeeze shut, letting the necklace go. “I think I better go.” I need some time to think about all of this. Think about why the hell he didn’t feel comfortable in telling me something as important as this.
His eyes widen in panic. “No, come on. You just got here. Stay with me.” He scrambles for my hands, but I pull away. I can’t think when he touches me—he clouds my mind with kisses and sweet touches, and I’m so oblivious, I let myself be distracted too easily.
Maybe I didn’t want to see.
I feel like a bad fucking boyfriend.
Maybe Katelyn was right about me.
And I’m pissed that he’s made me feel that way.
“I’m going to go.” I push him away gently so I have some space.
“No. No, please.” He fights to come back, clawing at my arms as tears drop on his face. I have to look away or else I’ll cave and startcrying too. “Don’t leave.” He drops to his knees but this allows me to get the door open.
“You told me you’d never leave me—” he cries.
It’s the last thing I hear before I close the door behind me.
I see a few people I don’t know in the hallway, averting their eyes.
My eyes connect with Claire who’s standing at the side, obviously saddened by whatever she just overheard even over the music playing downstairs.
I swallow deeply. “Can you…” I point my thumb back at the door and she immediately nods her head, brushing past me and into the room.
I hate walking away.
Runningaway.
But, he hurt me tonight. I think I deserve to take a beat.
***
I walk downstairs, getting shoved side to side by the party goers.
I feel like my chest has caved in. I hate leaving him up there. He’s so upset.
But damn, don’t I get to be upset too?
I pass a bunch of people in the living room, chatting and dancing. My eyes zone in on Gabe, standing in the corner with a solo cup in his hand and his other stuffed in his pocket.
I hate him. I don’t trust him and I wish Tobias never fucking hired him.
His eyes connect with mine from across the room. He moves as if he wants to say something, but I shake my head, walking the other way. No fucking way do I want to talk to him. I have nothing nice to say.
No, all I care about is Tobias. That’s the only person who fucking matters and I’m so pissed that he fucking lied to me.
I find the back door of the party, and walk out to the deck. Thankfully there’s no one else out here which is a God save.
He talks and talks about loving me, yet he keeps a giant secret like this from me? His dad called him back in August. Meaning, he lied to me for three fucking months.
Blowing out, a cloudy puff of cold air, I bounce from foot to foot. Taking a big breath in, I pray for my anxiety to calm down.
Oh, Tobias.What type of trouble has he got himself into?
