“Define okay?” she laughs bitterly, her voice slightly off from the injury to her nose.
“I’m so sorry, Cass. I’m so sorry everything blew up and that you were hurt. I just?—”
“Nico, stop. You didn’t do this. She did. I just…I want to go home.”
I nod, though hurt stabs inside me at the thought of her leaving.
“I’ll have the jet ready for you when you get discharged.”
She frowns, tilting her head to the side.
“No, dummy. I mean, I’m ready to go home to…our home,” she says, her words softening slightly as if she was vulnerable.
A rush of euphoria washes over me as I take her hand in mine, pressing a kiss to the back of it as I nod.
“I’ll take you home, babygirl.”
Chapter Thirty Five
Cassi
It’s been a week since Carly was arrested. I’ve barely spoken to my parents since, but my dad did tell me that he posted bail for her. She’s not allowed to leave the city of Boston until her trial which won’t be for a month or so. The police reached out to me again and asked once more if I wanted to press charges. Honestly, they more so encouraged it. With the cop she assaulted and Jake already doing the same, my testimony would only further drive a nail into her coffin. I refused, though. I’m not going to let anyone paint me out like I’m the reason for her situation. At least, no more than they already have.
I was honestly shocked that my parents were so…is disappointed the right word? I mean, I guess I never really factored their reaction into things. I was too worried about Carly blowing the fuck up on me, which she did, and my friends judging me, which they kinda did but dropped the judgment quickly.
Due to the state of my face and my mental health literally being a dumpster fire, Nico and I both agreed that I should at least take the week off classes and work and stay in Boston. Though, with that week coming to an end, I think I’ll be stretching it to two. I’llprobably lose my job at this rate and who knows what will happen with school, but is it bad that I no longer care?
The splint for my nose came off yesterday so I am starting to look a little less like I got into a nasty bar fight and lost.
It was a fight with my sister in a ballroom, and I never stood a chance with the rage she was wielding.
I’m currently on facetime with Naomi and Arianna as they ask me for the hundredth time when I’ll be coming back.
“I don’t know,” I sigh.
“What do you mean, you don’t know?” Arianna asks. “I mean, Cass, your whole life is here. You can’t just leave.”
I shrug my shoulders.
“I’m happy here, I feel like I finally…fit. If I was in your guys’ position, I’d be saying the same but can you just pretend to be happy for me?”
Ari puts her hands up in defeat as she shakes her head.
“You know what, done. Life is too short to not be with your person. Trust me,” she scoffs bitterly, shaking her head.
“Seriously, with all these hospital visits, I think we should wrap Nay in bubble wrap and keep her safe,” I say on a laugh.
“Something tells me our little Nay bay has someone overseeing all of those details,” Ari says.
I frown. “Why do you say that?”
“Because I don’t recognize that bedroom and she isn’t even paying attention to what we’re saying as she talks to someone out of camera.”
I look down at Naomi’s screen before my eyes widen. Ari is not wrong. Her lavender colored walls are not in sight and she has herself on mute as her mouth is moving quickly before she glances down at us and takes herself off mute.
“Sorry guys.”
We both stare at her and she looks from sideto side.
