𝙎𝙔𝙇𝙑𝙄𝘼 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙉𝙀𝙇𝙇𝙔 never feels safe.
𝙎𝙋𝙀𝙉𝘾𝙀𝙍 𝙍𝙀𝙄𝘿 is beyond fixing.
They hate each other.
But what they didn't know
was that all along, the one
thing they both needed was
the other.
❝ the moment I laid my e...
Ουπς! Αυτή η εικόνα δεν ακολουθεί τους κανόνες περιεχομένου. Για να συνεχίσεις με την δημοσίευση, παρακαλώ αφαίρεσε την ή ανέβασε διαφορετική εικόνα.
SYLVIA CONNELLY.
WHILE SPENCER DROVE OUT into the road, I pulled out my phone and texted Timothy. I'd be lying if I said Spencer had been keeping me busy enough not to think about that man—but he was always in the back of my head. Not because I still loved him, but because I grew up with Timothy McCarter and I still cared.
SYLVIA Send me your mom's address.
TIMOTHY I'm not at my mom's anymore
A spark of annoyance erupted in me.
SYLVIA Where are you?
TIMOTHY I don't know where TIMOTHY I need help babe
"Fucking hell." I cursed, clenching my jaw. Spencer gave me a look, but didn't say anything as I dialed Timothy's number. "Where the hell are you?" I snapped.
"I...don't know. Bushes. Trees." His drowsy voice erupted on the other end. "Please help. I don't know where I am." He croaked out, voice cracking.
I swallowed down the lump in my throat, biting my lip. "Tim, I need you to send me your location. Can you do that for me?" I asked softly, a thousand pricks of pain stabbing through my chest.
"Uh-huh..." he grumbled, and a moment later the notification popped up.
"Okay, stay there." I said. "What were you doing, anyways?"
"I forget..."
"What are you on right now?!" I suddenly snapped angrily. I gritted my teeth, my veins bursting with heat and fury.
"You know, the usual. Don't yell at me, baby. It hurts. It hurts so badly." Timothy said in a broken voice.
I bit my lip, rubbing my eyes before the waterworks could come. "I'm coming, okay? Don't go anywhere." I said. "Can you promise me that?"
"Uh huh..." he mumbled on the other end, and I ended the call, breathing furiously. I shoved my cell to Spencer, who barely caught it in his hands.
"You okay, Sylvester?" Spencer asked me, pulling up the GPS on my phone.
I said nothing, slumping against the window and gazing out of it. The skies were filled with gray clouds, rain pouring down onto the gravel streets. I scowled at the sight. Even the rain made me angry.
