Could she be right? Is it possible that Killian does still love me?
I was adamant that he hated me. He hasn’t exactly treated me like someone he loves. Though it’s not like I’m deserving of being treated that way.
The line between love and hate is a thin one, andthat has never rung truer.
CHAPTER 15
KILLIAN
Noah has been relentless.
He’s been blowing up my phone for four days straight. It started with endless calls. By day two, he must have realised that I wasn’t going to answer, because the calls turned into texts.
Noah: I’m sorry, man.
Noah: I thought I was doing the right thing.
Noah: Can you just let me explain myself?
Noah: I knew that if I told you, it’d just hurt you more.
Noah: If you don’t answer, I will show up at your house.
I’ve had four days to calm down and rationalise everything. And in a way I understand why Noah didn’t tell me, but it still doesn’t change the fact that my best friend betrayed me.
I think the most hurtful part is, Noah has always been the closest person to me. He has seen the best and the very worst parts of my life since childhood.
He’s bore witness to my alcoholic mother and her psychotic outbursts. He was by my side when I begged myfather not to leave us with her. He held me through countless panic attacks after Daisy left and listened to my drunk ass when I cried on his shoulder.
That’swhat makes this that much worse.
I know that in his mind, he thought he was doing the right thing. Keeping the trip and Daisy’s whereabouts to himself was his way of protecting me.
I just haven’t decided how I feel about the whole thing.
I’m not even mad at Daisy for not telling me. I expected this shit from her considering she’s hiding so much already. But I never would’ve imagined that Noah would keep something like this from me.
I’ve gone back over every conversation from the last few years wondering exactly how many times he lied to my face. The conversation around Grayson’s firepit being the most recent.
“Yeah. And I offered her the job. She has great references from the three years she spent in Montana.”Hunter had said.
“So that’s where she went, huh?”
“You didn’t know that?”Noah had questioned.
I shake my head.
All along, he fucking knew.
A heavy banging pounds against my front door and I growl, already knowing who it is on the other side.
I cross the floor in two strides and swing the door open, coming face to face with my sorry-assfriend.
“You’ve got one free shot,” Noah taps his cheek, and I don’t hesitate for a second before I rear my fist back and clock him straight across his jaw.
My knuckles connect with his face with a sickening crunch and Noah stumbles back a few steps, catchinghimself on the guard rail before bringing his hand up to rub his face. “Ow, fuck.”
Getting absolutely no satisfaction from hitting him, I spin on my heel and sulk my way over to the freezer, grabbing a bag of frozen peas. I hand it to Noah, who followed me inside, and turn back to the fridge, pulling out two beers.
