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After finally getting rid of her toxic boyfriend, Bethany Russo is ready to take control of her career in marketing. The only issue is that her favourite word is yes. Never one to disappoi...
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I sniffle as I pace up and down the hallway.
Quinn is in the library doing what he is normally doing in there - paperwork. After Bryce left I had scarpered upstairs and into my room. I was angry, upset, worried but most importantly confused because Quinn had just heard everything.
The morning after we had had sex, spent the night together. I felt cut open and raw, it was an uncomfortable feeling. I spent the morning combing through every piece of evidence I had against Bryce.
If this was going to court I was going to make this as easy as possible for my parents.
Once afternoon hit, the phone rang and rang until it went to voicemail again. My parents weren't answering and a knot formed in the pit of my stomach. So now as I pace the halls I ponder what to do next.
Do I keep calling them? I need to get into contact with Jack as I know he wanted to check in with both me and Quinn. Or do I face Quinn for the first time since this morning? My steps slow as I hover just outside the entryway, my phone ringing not a second later.
I rush to answer as my dad's number flashes across the screen.
"Dad?"
"Hey, Bambi." He replies but deep down I know something is wrong. He sounds tired and not at all like his normal self.
"What's wrong?"
He sighs because it crackles the phone and my stomach drops as I wait to hear what he has to tell me. "It's your mom. She's in hospital and is going to be okay but she had a heart attack."
"What?" I whisper, shock freezing my body as I slowly sink to the floor.
"Don't worry Bethany." He stresses knowing how quickly my anxiety can take over. "She is okay, resting but will be home for Christmas."
My lips part to choke out, "Why?" Even though deep down I'm positive I know why. Guilt weighs heavy like a cloak as my tears rain down. He stays silent on the other end and it is an admission in itself.
"Bryce? He did this?" I check.
"I was out and he cornered your mother asking where you were. She caved and told him, he scared her. After he left her decision to tell him made the worry tip over." He explains.
I was right, this is all my fault. If I would've just got to the police in the first place. If I would've broke up with him ages ago. If I would've stayed and confronted him none of this would be happening.
