F A L L O N

"Know that I loved you so bad, I let you treat me like that. I was your willing accomplice, honey. And I watched as you fled the scene, doe-eyed as you buried me. One heart broke, four hands bloody."

. . .

The first destination I came up with, was Donia's place. As soon as I entered, it felt like a blanket of numbness was thrown over me.

It was like I couldn't register the events that were happening. Eventually, I turned off my phone because everyone was calling me, sending me messages.

Donia tried her best to soothe me, with a frown permanent on her face the whole time.

She then said, and I quote; "I told you so, bitch."

But she still held me close to her and rubbed her hands on my back.

Now, I'm back. I made sure to return late, so everyone would be either in their room or asleep. I'm not in the mood to face anyone.

Even though I should.

But as I walk down the hallway, towards the stairs, a certain blonde steps out of the living room, her blue eyes narrowed in on me.

I feel the heat and anxiety return. The needles are back, mercilessly stabbing me all over my body and my breathing is cut short.

"Look who we have here," she says, her voice tired and drained.

It's weird how the dynamic between two people can change so quickly. How the air can turn so hostile and cold.

For good reason, but so weird.

"Stella, I..." I begin, but she turns her nose away in disgust.

"I can't tell you how sorry I am," I say, and hate the way my voice cracks.

A simple sorry won't fix everything, and I'm well aware of that. But those are words she deserves to hear.

"If you were sorry, you wouldn't have done what you did," she says and turns her eyes back to me.

I lick my chapped lips and straighten my back. "I'm sorry for having hurt you, I truly am."

When I glance into the living room, I see Nicholas sitting there, leaning his elbows on his knees and staring into the fireplace.

I furrow my brows, wondering what he was doing with Stella.

Was he begging for her forgiveness? Was he explaining everything? Did he twist the story?

I know he wouldn't, but I haven't been here all day and I have no clue of what has happened.

"I don't want to hear it," Stella says and turns around, throwing her blonde hair over her shoulder.

"I told your parents everything, and now they know what kind of cheap and dirty daughter they have."

At her words, a tear rolls down my cheek and a hiccup escapes me.

I know she wants to get back at me, make me feel the same kind of hurt she's going through. I know it's her anger, but it still hurts so badly.

God, I don't want to know what my parents must think of me. How embarrassed and ashamed they must be.

If it wasn't for the soft grip on my arms, I think I would've collapsed on the floor. Lifting my blurry gaze, I meet Nicholas' eyes and release a breath.

"Shh," he soothes and brings me closer to his chest, wrapping his arms around me.

I don't hug him back, just shake against his body while trying to even out my breathing.

"What happened?" I ask him and lean back, looking up into his eyes. He wipes some of my tears away.

"I talked to her after she calmed somewhat down. She spent a lot of time cooped up in her room with your mother, who was calming her down."

Once again, I lick my lips and taste my salty tears. My mother spent time with her, of course. And I know she's going to side with Stella and support her.

I saw it coming from a mile away.

But what bothers me, is that my dad might never look at me the same anymore. Because he raised me better than being a home-wrecker.

"And what did she say?" I ask Nicholas. "She's mad, and it's a whole chaos," he sighs in frustration.

"At some point, she was even talking about leaving, but your mother stopped her."

That sentence feels like another stab to my chest. I've never had the feeling of being unwelcome in my house.

And I don't wish it upon anyone else, because it feels like everyone I loved is becoming a stranger, and I, a stranger to them.

I want to wrap my arms around Nicholas since I need someone's affection right now, but he only holds my head and presses a tender kiss on my forehead.

"Go to sleep, Angel, this day was tiring."

My throat is dry, so swallowing is a hard job. "I..." Don't want to be alone.

"Everything will be fine, don't worry," he assures, and all I can do is not.

Getting to my room is a whole mess in my mind since I don't remember doing so.

What I do know, is that I crawl in bed and cry myself to sleep.

The next day, I basically don't come out of my room. I only go downstairs for a quick snack and then hurry back to my room.

But as the day goes on, I don't hear a single sound in the house. I sneak back downstairs and make my way towards the garage.

Dad's car is gone, and I know he's off to work. He should be home in a few hours. Stella's car is gone as well, and so is Nicholas'.

With a frown, I make my way towards the library, wondering what the fuck is going on. And as I open it, I see that all of Nicholas' equipment is gone.

His laptops, papers, documents... everything.

"He's gone," comes my mother's voice from behind me. With a whirl, I turn around and see her carrying the laundry basket.

"He apologized yesterday and said he's moving into his house."

She doesn't spare me a single glance as she says it, her face neutral and voice of any emotion.

I can only stare at her retreating back, not knowing what to say. I part my lips and take a step in her direction.

But what do I say? It's not her forgiveness that I need. But I just... can't have her not look at me anymore.

"Mami..." I begin and feel my throat starting to close up. But she just shakes her head and disappears around the corner.

Having had enough of this bullshit, I take my car keys and go into the garage, needing to get away for just a few minutes.

But in reality, I haven't even made it out of our driveway, where I just stand still and call Nicholas instead.

He gave me his phone number in case of an emergency. And then he admitted to wanting my number whenever he wanted to hear my voice.

It doesn't take a lot of rings for him to pick up.

"Fallon?"

"Where are you?" I immediately ask. I don't care that I sound like a needy and demanding girlfriend.

But he's the only person whom I know doesn't look at me in disgust. And is able to look into my eyes without disappointment.

"And why did you leave without telling me? I didn't... I didn't know anything. I'm so fucking confused," I whisper, and feel my lips start to tremble.

"Fallon, I did what was necessary, I couldn't stay there anymore. But everything will be fine, trust me. Let Stella take in all the information and calm down."

I nod but realize he can't see me. "Alright," I say and swallow. "Where are you now?"

"At my house and seeing to it that everything is alright," he answers. "Then, I'm going to talk to Stella. She's still upset, and I've got to fix this mess that I've created."

"We," I correct him, as he did with me. "We're both to blame," I whisper.

I hear some loud voices in the background, and Nicholas responds in Italian.

"Look, we'll talk tomorrow, alright?" he asks, his voice having taken a softer edge. That makes a bit of the warmth I thought I lost, return to my chest and I nod.

"Okay," I reply.

And then we hang up.

I drive my car back into the garage, and when I've turned everything off, I pull my knees up to my chest and rest my head on top of them, exhaling loudly.

I wanted to be with Nicholas. Seek comfort with him, even though it might sound pathetic.

I sit there for another few minutes, in the dark garage, until I decide to go back upstairs and hide in my room like I've been doing the past day.

And I do the same thing the next.

The shame isn't letting me show my face to everyone, and I make sure to only come out when I know the house is empty.

I spend most of the day crying. Not even sobbing and clutching my pillow close to me. But the tears are just silently streaming over my face.

I don't make a sound as the sadness consumes me. And all I do is wonder. What to do next. And wonder how my life is going to plan out.

Will my parents ever forgive me? Will Stella hate me forever? Probably.

Will I ever forgive myself, even though I did everything so easily and without a second thought?

Those thoughts keep me awake for another night, and when the sun starts to come up the next morning, I figure that I can't keep on sitting here forever.

Getting out of bed, I put on some decent clothes and throw my hair up in a high ponytail.

I need to talk to Nicholas and see what he's going to do. He was talking about a clean start, and I want to know what the fuck he meant by that.

I need to know how he's handling Stella, and if he's regretting everything he did with me.

When I take my phone, I feel like a true stalker once I open my chat with Stella to look at the pictures she sent me from Nicholas' new house, along with his address.

"Not me stalking," I murmur to myself, and go downstairs, quickly going into the kitchen and making myself a sandwich. I haven't eaten properly in days.

I then eat another cereal bar and go into the garage, taking my car and driving away. It's still early in the morning, but I've been restless for the past few days and I need to calm myself down again.

I've done some horrible stuff and betrayed my friend in the worst way possible. I'll take the truth. I'll face it and own up to it.

But I refuse to let other people walk over me.

I type the address into the GPS and let it take me towards Nicholas' house. I don't know what I'm going to say once I see him, but I just need to know what's going to happen.

The drive surprisingly doesn't take long. He lives a few blocks away from me. I didn't know what I was expecting his house to look like, but I didn't expect a mansion this big.

With a fountain and all in the front yard.

The driveway is huge and then splits into two, to go around the fountain.

The front yard is well-kept, with all kinds of flowers and bushes. I wonder how many people Nicholas has working for him.

I park my car once I'm close enough by the door and get out, regaining my breath and straightening my posture.

Then, I turn around and take off towards the front door.

Once I ring the bell, it doesn't take a long time until it's opened. And none other than the man I've been wanting to see is standing behind it.

"Fallon?" he asks. "Hi," I breathe and realize how much I've missed him. How much I've missed seeing him.

I take one step towards him, and he wraps his hand around my wrist to pull me inside the house.

All my tensed muscles relax when I feel his arms around me, and I rest my head against his chest.

The tears are burning my eyes, but I swallow them away.

"Where have you been?" I ask him, my voice hoarse.

"Working on this fucked up situation," he answers in a soothing whisper, and then I feel him press a soft kiss on top of my head.

"I've been talking to Stella since her emotions are all over the place and I'm responsible for that. One moment she seems to be calmed down, and the next she's hysterical again."

I understand her reaction. I wouldn't know how to react, either.

"But it'll be alright," he then adds, assuring me.

Leaning back, I take a look at Nicholas' features, but they seem guarded. He's shutting himself off, I can feel it.

And the fact that even towards me, he's hiding his emotions, hurts more than it should.

His eyes are going over my face, and then he frowns. "Have you been getting any sleep, Fallon?" he asks and puts both his hands around my face.

I shake my head. "Not really," I reply and clear my throat.

"Come on," he says and takes my hand. It's then that I look around the grand hallway, where everything is made out of marble with some golden accents.

Though, Nicholas doesn't give me a lot of time to take everything in and takes me towards the huge staircase at the end of the hallway, that leads up.

Nicholas takes me to a room, which I discover is his bedroom. The room has a large window, with a view of the garden.

There's a king-sized bed, with dark-brown, silky sheets along with black pillows. There's a huge TV hanging on the wall opposite the bed and the bathroom is... open? There's no door that leads to the bathroom, it's just around the corner.

"Lie in bed, Fallon. You need to sleep," I hear Nicholas say. "Hmm?" I ask and turn around.

"Go to sleep, you're exhausted. I don't like seeing you like this."

"I'm fine," I try to convince him, but his face just hardens, and so does his tone. "You're not, Fallon. This situation has been affecting you badly, including your health. Please, but yourself first and go to sleep."

With a weak nod, I take a step towards him because I want to feel his arms around me again, but he just turns around and heads for the door.

"I'll check up on you, later."

And with that, he closes the door behind him and leaves me alone.

. . .

I watched Spider-Man: No Way Home and I am not okay.

I don't think I'll ever be okay.

BUT TOM HOLLAND SIGNED FOR ANOTHER TRILOGY SO THAT'S GOOD NEWS SKSKSKS.

Bruh I wanna talk ab it so bad but I won't spoil it for others since this movie is so highly anticipated.

Also, my exams are finally done. Yesterday was my last day and I felt like I was on top of the world.

I'm still simping, btw.

Bruh that fucker is smooth af. I jokingly asked him if I was stealing his attention from his friends, and then he said that I'm the one supposed to be getting his attention.

Like he does more stuff like this and I'm just like... 'I hate all men but you're making this difficult for me?'

Anyway thanks for reading this chapter lol hope you enjoyed it even though it do be dry.

I love you.