The Best Thing For Me

Chapter Thirty One

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Dedication: Neonpanda17 for the awesome cover she made me. Thank you so much for your time and effort. To your right. -------->>>>

Song: Whistle - Flo Rida

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I couldn't stop moving. I probably couldn't count on my fingers the amount of times I'd paced my bedroom floor, wringing out my hair and cursing. Well, my version of cursing anyway. (For example, fudge cakes, balderdash, etc).

Mel had tried, numerous times, to calm me down, but in the end, after I'd snapped a few times, she left. I hadn't even gotten a chance to apologise, I was just stressing too much. I'd have to call her later.

Thoughts were swirling restlessly in my mind, as if triggering my feet. They were stomping back and forth, without much commandment from me. I blinked numerous times, fighting off unshed tears.

So, Mark was going to definitely know now.

Had he already?

How did they even know how to find us?

I growled in anger, throwing myself on my bed. I let the tears flow down my cheeks as I hiccuped into my pillow, curling up into a ball. I could hear vibrating off in the distance. I slowly crawled over to the other side of the room, retrieving my phone.

I stared at it stonily, seeing one new message. I opened it. There was one single line. Three words. I re-read it a few times, to make sure I fully understood. 

' I won't tell. '

I stared at the message for a long time, the words slowly sinking into my mind. I wiped at my cheeks furiously, before with shaky hands, replied.

' Who's this? '

Even though I already knew, but I knew assumptions usually turned out wrong, so I thought I'd ask. I waited there, frozen in cross-legged position, as they took ten whole minutes to reply.

' I think you know. '

Without a moment of hesitation, I typed back quickly.

' Verification would be nice. '

I sucked in a breath, waiting. I knew who it was already. Well, I thought I did, but it still didn't seem real. I waited again. This time longer. I got up, stretched, and slapped some water on my face. I checked my phone again.

Nothing.

Sighing in frustration, I threw it on my bed and marched into my bathroom once again. I slammed the door and peeled my clothes off. I had a nice, relaxing, steamy shower. It absorbed the tension from my body. I took my time, shampooing my hair and scrubbing myself clean, as if to wash all my stress away.