“I’m sorry, Callum. I wish I knew what was going through her head. Nyx went out there a few hours ago, and then she messaged me to come check on you.”
The fact that people still think about me despite what Ky might be going through warms me slightly. I know that I’m Graham’s brother, but Kyra is Nyx’s best friend. Girls are way different than guys in that matter.
“I tried to text you to see where you were, but you never responded.” Graham shows me his phone and the five messages he sent, all of which show as sent but not delivered. “When I noticed they weren’t showing as delivered, I looked through the cameras.”
“Stalker.” I laugh.
“I needed to make sure you weren’t doing something dumb.” He stands and starts to clean up my mess. “Damn, dude, how many rounds did you go through?”
“I have no idea. I blacked out, and then it was three hours later.” I try to stand up to help, but my knee gives out, and I fall back on the couch. “Fuck.”
Deciding that I am just going to take up residence on the sex couch now, I lay down. Kyra hardly ever comes out here, so she won’t have to deal with me anymore.
“I suppose I should move out. But for now, I’ll stay out here. I don’t want to make her uncomfortable.”
“That is not happening, Cal. She is not that petty. Let’s get you in the house. I’ll clean this up in the morning.” Grahamsticks his hand out to help me up off the couch and leads me out to the side by side.
I turn my phone on, and it vibrates for a bit with all the missed messages. One in particular sticks out.
Nyx: I’m sorry, Cal. I’ll take care of her for you.
CHAPTER 29
KYRA
As soon as I hear the door shut, the sobs take over. My whole body is shaking. My back slides down the headboard till I’m curled up on my side. Knees still tucked up to my chest and my back facing the door. I must doze off for a few minutes when I hear the front door open again.
“Go away, Cal,” I call out, before I start crying again.
At least in my sleep, I stopped fucking crying. My nose is so stuffed up that I can’t breathe out of it. The pounding behind my eyes makes me want to take a hammer to my skull. But none of that compares to the stabbing in my chest, caused by my own decisions. I put a stop to this because I didn’t want to feel this pain. But yet, here I am, maybe I’m just a masochist.
I feel the bed dip behind me, and I cease moving. Damn it, I told him I didn’t want to see him. An arm wraps around my waist and tugs me into them. This is not Cal’s arm. It’s far too small a feeling, and when I take a peek, it is way too pale to be my golden Callum.
“Hey, girlie.” Nyx’s soft voice comes from behind me.
At that moment, hearing her voice causes me to break even more.
“Cal texted me and said you could use a friend. Want to tell me what’s going on?” She asks while brushing my hair out of my face.
Even in his pain, or at least the last time I looked at his face, he looked like he was in pain, he sent someone to care for me. But what about him? Is someone caring for him?
“Not really.” The words are barely understandable through the sobs.
“I thought things were going really well?” She asks, her voice is so soft, softer than any other time I have heard Nyx be. She normally is the harsh love kind, not this soft, caring kind of love.
“Tha…that’s…the problem.” I stutter out between sobs.
“Why is that a problem, beautiful?” Nyx snuggles me closer to her, trying to wrap me in her body.
“Because if I let myself fall for him, it will just hurt me more.”
“More than you curled up in a ball sobbing your face off?” Nyx laughs behind me.
“Probably not, but is it worth risking?” I turn around to face my best friend, and her smile warms her face.
“Baby girl,” she brushes my hair back behind my ear. “If I have learned anything in the last year, love is worth the risk of pain. But I will support any decision you make.”
She pulls me into her chest, and I rest my head on her. My tears start to soak her sweatshirt, but she doesn’t seem to mind. My eyes grow heavy, and I feel myself slip into oblivion.
