Tangled Love

My phone rings and the screen flashes with Mum's contact. I instantly feel sick as I replay the way Jake slammed Trevor's face into the floor. The crack and echo of the impact plays on a loop in my head. I close my eyes and inhale deeply, wondering whether Trevor is still alive. He certainly didn't look it when I last saw him.

I decline the call and a text message pops up seconds later. I grit my teeth together and turn my phone off, tossing it onto the bed. I really did not want to deal with that right now. Part of me is terrified for Trevor but the second half is pleased he experienced pain. 

Does that make me a sick individual? 

I wouldn't wish anyone to be hurt, especially by the hands of another human being. However I can't help feel like Trevor deserves it. I sigh, rubbing my temples with my hands. A soft knock on my bedroom door catches my attention —

"Come in," I say flatly, completely drained from the nights events. I'm surprised to see Tobias' face pop round my door, his eyes landing directly on me. He still hasn't apologised for his hurtful words and I'm starting to think he never will.

"What do you want?" I mumble and Tobias rolls his eyes which causes me to glare at him.

"The police are here."

and I inhale deeply. Tobias doesn't respond and invites himself in, bounced down onto my bed and placing his arms behind his head. I can't believe he can act so casual knowing the

"Where's Jake?"

ago, he didn't say where he was going." Tobias responds, looking back up at me. His eyes meet mine and he tilts his head slightly before speaking —

at him for a moment wondering whether I can trust

haven't done anything."

impressed with myself. Tobias scoffs, not believing a single word before looking back down

Tobias adds, sounding extremely bored. I stand up, knowing this would happen.

the police. As I'm walking out of the door, Tobias speaks again. His words cause me to freeze on the spot.

 tell them the truth Emily."

to grow sweaty as I walk down the stairs, getting closer and closer to an interrogation by the police. I don't

spot, my breathing

buzz cut, chiseled jaw line and icy blue eyes. . . It's the man from the park.