Page 11 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

I can shout, scream, beg, plead. It won’t change the fact that I knew something like tonight would happen eventually, yet I allowed for us to become something.

I may not have put tonight’s events into action. But I’m still guilty.

Elliot: I’m so fucking sorry.

Elliot: Please, I’m begging you, call the girls. They’ll take care of you. They’ll understand.

I don’t know what else to do.

I want to storm inside this house, turn it upside down searching for her and then pull her into my arms and tell her that everything is going to be okay.

But it’s fucking not.

If we continue down this road—assuming she could ever forgive me—then we’ll just be waiting for the next hit. And when it comes, it’ll be harder, and even more painful than this one.

Pushing my phone back into my pocket, I trudge back to my car, turn the engine on and regretfully leave the house—and possibly Abigail—behind.

I park in my usual space outside the Chapel and just sit.

It’s late. Hopefully, late enough that the others will have already gone to bed to stop me from having to answer their questions about where I’ve been.

They probably already know that I was out with Lauren. There is no way that Scott and Zoey haven’t already posted our entire night on Instagram.

I cringe at the thought of how they’ve portrayed it. It’ll look nothing like reality, I know that much.

It takes me the longest time to convince myself to get out of the car, and when I do, I quickly find that my legs don’t take me in the direction of my bedroom, instead, I find myself approaching the girl’s dorm again.

I can’t help myself.

I know she’s not there, but after the night I’ve had, I need to feel close to her.

Iwake to a cold and empty bedroom with nothing but a heavy heart and a shit load of regrets.

Without thinking, I swing my legs off the side of the bed, pull my clothes on, and embark on the walk of shame out of the Bronte Building.

If only spending a night in Abigail’s bed was the most shameful thing about the past twenty-four hours.

There was a part of me that hoped she might return in the middle of the night. It’s the reason I didn’t force myself to go back to my room, but I can’t say that I’m surprised she didn’t.

The sun is quickly rising in the sky as I make the short trek to the Chapel. They should all still be asleep. I should be able to slip in unnoticed.

Hell knows I would have been able to before the girls gatecrashed our bachelor pad. Things are a little less predictable now. Hell, I’ve woken up to find Liv and Tally with their arses in the air as they do some kind of sunrise worshipping yoga a few times now.

All I can hope is that this morning isn’t one of those days.

I slip into the building with bated breath, but as soon as I step into the quiet open space living area, I breathe a sigh of relief that it’s in silence.

I’m not going to be able to hide from all of this for very long. The girls will soon notice that something is wrong with Abigail, but I’ll take a few more hours before I have to start lying to my best friends, if I can.

I make it to the top of the stairs and I’m about to reach for my bedroom door, already dreaming about stripping down and stepping into a scorching hot shower when Oak’s door suddenly opens, and a little blonde appears.

My heart sinks as I pray that I can vanish on the spot.

Tally quietly closes the door and is about to creep away when she notices me.

Her gasp of shock rips through the silence before her eyes narrow in suspicion.“What’s going on?” she asks, her eyes dropping and then widening when she discovers I’m wearing the same clothes I went out in last night.

“Nothing,” I grunt, twisting my door handle ready to escape.

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