Bab 14: Chapter Fourteen
McMeen's words floated around my already drunk head.
Attacker planning another attack
I giggled at the amount of times he said attack during that meeting, but then my depressed drunk mind got stopped once I thought about John. Shit. How am I going to go back home? All my stuff is there, I'm hammered, and still pissed at him. How could he lie to the police, and then lie to me? Did he still love that girl? Was he in on the attack?
My thoughts fluttered around like angry butterflies. I took another sip of my drink and glanced around at the other people at the bar. I groaned once my head began to pound, and stomach lurched, because I knew what that meant. I ran to the bathroom and puked all of the alcohol I had consumed in the last three hours. I deiced against falling asleep on the bathroom floor, so I went outside.
My eyes adjusted from the bright bar to the dark streetway. It made my headache 10x worse. I did a double take once I saw Johns car parked outside. He wasn't even asleep. How long was he waiting for me? Maybe he cared. I walked up to the car, we were making eye contact now.
His eyes widened suddenly and he bolted out the car. He hugged me.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He whispered.
I shook my head. How could he expect me to trust him after this?
"I just went to the station, I told them everything. Can- Can we go to the house and talk some more?"
I nodded my head and staggered to the car. We drove in silence. Once we got there, he helped me into the elevator, (something we never do but I guess he thinks I'm too drunk to take the stairs) and then into the apartment. I sat on the couch not giving any fucks at this point.
"Listen Y/N. I did it for your protection."
"What?" I spat. "Lied? For my protection?"
"I said listen." John said sadly. "You weren't the only one being threatened. She was texting me, saying really harsh threats." He looked down and let out a breath. "I was too scared to tell anyone, because the attack had already happened, and she said she would leak some of our more... Sexual texts we used to send. I was so scared. I thought it was over though! Until McMeen called us to tell us it wasn't. This isn't an excuse. I'm so sorry Y/N."
I understood. I started crying, half cause I was drunk, half because I felt like complete shit. I walked over and hugged him tight.
"I'm sorry too." I muttered against his chest, "I shouldn't have assumed anything."
"Yeah. Two sides to every story I guess." He laughed.
"I'm tired." I rubbed my eyes, and groaned. He nodded holding back a laugh.
We walked into the bedroom and just slept in our clothes, we were that tired. I know this whole thing isn't over. But I knew we were in it together.
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