It’s not that I think Freya will judge me, it’s just this is something Misty or someone else would do, not me.
And definitely not Freya.
She is the epitome of a good girl. Then again, I always thought I kind of was too.
I sigh and tell her about the conversation we had at the bar before I asked him to go somewhere more private. Freya’s eyes widen once I get to that part, probably surprised that it wasmewho initiated but I keep going, not pausing to let her get a word in. I tell her about the room and give her a brief run-down of what we did before telling her about him leaving.
“And that’s when I came to tell you guys that I was leaving, and I came back here alone.”
She’s silent for a moment, no doubt going back over my words in her mind.
“And that’s it? You haven’t seen him since?”
Seen him? No.
“I haven’t.”
She scrutinizes me and clicks he tongue. “You’re not telling me everything.”
I groan internally before fishing my phone from the nightstand. I pull up the text thread with him and hand her the phone.
Her face stays neutral as she reads the messages between us and locks the phone. She stays silent as she hands it back to me and I wait on tenterhooks for her to say something.
“Something about this entire thing feels off, Gracie.”
And there it is.
I’ve been waiting for her to say aloud the one thing that I already know.
I don’t know why, but the entire thing feels weird and it’s starting to make me feel… uncomfortable?
Freya’s compassionate eyes meet mine, worry swirling within them. “You should tell someone, just in case. And I don’t think you should speak to him anymore.”
I’ve been debating the same thing, wondering if I should just block his number, but hearing her say it has my gut clenching.
Something is seriously freaking wrong with me, because I know that deep,deep, down, a part of me likes it. Likes the fact I have no idea who this guy is while he knows me.
“I won’t speak to him again,” I agree.
And I mean it.
“And you’ll report it if he starts getting… out of hand.”
To the police? Yeah… no.
Luckly, she didn’t specify.
It’d bemuchmore practical to report it to my brother.
“I will, I promise.”
NINE
ANONYMOUS
She blocked me.
She. Fucking. Blocked. Me.
