Riot
You know I will.
BUT I’m doing it because SHE is my friend, not because you asked me to.
I won’t be the middleman and spy on her for you. That’s not happening!
Ok.
Riot
Are you sure you want to do this?!!
No, but it’s for the best and it’s too late.
Talk soon, okay?
Riot
Yeah, let me know if you need me.
K
Squeezing my eyes shut, I try to stop the tears that threaten to spill down my cheeks. Just as I’m about to close the app, my phone chimes with another text from Hannah. Choking back my emotions, I power off my phone and silently pray she will forgive me someday.
Chapter Eleven
I’m not sure how long I have been lying on my bed staring at the ceiling when I hear my door creak open and then shut softly. Turning my head in that direction, I watch Riot slip quietly into my dimly lit room. Sighing, I look back up.
We remain silent for a moment before I ask him, “How did you get into my house?”
“We have been friends since we were kids. Do you not think I know where the spare key is hidden?”
“Please tell me you didn’t wake up my mom. It’s been a long day, and I don’t have the mental capacity to deal with her right now.”
“No, I was quiet.”
Since talking to Logan, I have sobbed inconsolably into my pillow. I have raged, throwing anything within reach. Now I have officially run out of energy and tears. There’s just – nothing. Not anger. Not sadness. Just emptiness.
I feel Riot lowering himself down to the floor and leaning his back against my mattress.
“Did he send you?” I ask slowly, turning my head to look at him. His forearms are resting on his raised knees as he watches me intensely.
“He texted me earlier, but no, I came on my own.”
Licking my dry lips, I ask, “Why? He’s your best friend.”
“You’re my friend too.” He gives me a crooked smile. “And for the record, I told him I think he’s a dumb ass.”
“He’s something, all right,” I huff, shaking my head. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” He furrows his brow as he watches me closely.
“I think he cheated.” I whisper into the darkness.
Twisting his large body to face me, he shakes his head and says, “He wouldn’t cheat, Hannah. He loves you – he’s just fucked up right now. Give him some time to get his head on straight, and I’m sure he will explain everything.”
“I don’t think so. This feels final,” I say, placing my cold fingertips on my swollen eyes.
