Chapter 3 .

"Who was the girl you were making out with? In town, the other day, I saw you,” I couldn't conceal my anger nor my pain.

”Oh… you saw that did you,” What was happening? He wasn't even trying to defend himself. To tell me that I was crazy. Was he gonna deliver the truth on a fucking silver platter like it was nothing?

"Her name is Nadia, I've known her for a while, she works at the farm with her father..." His eyes went around the room before landing back at me. He scratched the back of his neck.

I just sat there and waited for him to continue.

"Avery...I love her..."

And there it goes. My heart, breaking, all over again.

”Go." I didn't want him here, I never wanted to see his face again, I never wanted to feel his touch, I wanted every memory of him erased from my mind.

He got up and walked to the door, but before exiting, he turned around and looked at me.

"I'm really sorry, Aves, about everything,”

His last words before he left. He didn't put up a fight. It was as if he couldn't wait to get out of here, and back to her.

I laid in my bed the following week, eating nothing but soup.

Until one day she stormed into my room like a red-headed tornade, slamming the door shut behind her and poped herself down on my bed. Ladies and gentlemen, leave it to Lydia to make an entrance.

"Get up, he is not worth you missing out on life! So get up, get dressed, I'll even pick something out for you."

Her eyes glistened as if she had a devious plan in mind. Her long, red curly hair flared across her back as she was digging in my closet.

She picked out a short, backless dress with a slit and a pair of high heeled black pumps and threw the clothes onto the bed.

" Get dressed." She ordered. I looked at the clothes and then back at her with lifted brows. Her energy somehow got me up off the bed and put a smile on my face. I was lucky to have her in my life. I got dressed and Lydia did my hair and my makeup.

I couldn't remember the last time I looked this pretty.

We went downstairs and told my parents that we were going out. They looked at me just as weirdly as they had when I got home. It wasn’t a normal gaze, it was more searching than anything else. It was an odd blend between pity and happiness, little smiles painted their faces and my clasped her hands.

Upon seeing my reaction their faces, yet again, changed. They looked at me with a serious expression on both of them.

"Have fun, sweetheart, and be careful." my mother said before swallowing hard like she was holding back something. My father looked at me and nodded at what my mother had just said.

We then went out and jumped into Lydias' car and drove off.

"Where is this party?" We had been driving for one hour and I was getting worried we were lost, I also wanted to be able to make it home in case something were to happen.

"Don't worry, we're almost there." For some reason, Lydias' naturally happy nature could always calm me whenever I got too nervous.

As we drove in on a supported pathway through the woods I could begin to hear the music.

The house was was old with historical architecture, it was beautiful and I knew the owners. They must be having a moving-in party, my parents were good friends with the couple that owned the house and they had just moved in. The facade was a rusty ash-brown color and in the front of the door there were two big pillars, in between there were three steps of stone that lead to the two-door entrance.

Inside it was like walking into a castle, the hallway was big and magnificent and on the roof, precisely in the middle, there was a big chandelier. We perceeded to the bar and as we were walking past everyone I got a strange feeling that someone was following me.

I felt a chill run down my spine and the hairs on the back of my neck stood straight.

What was this?

Lydia leaned her head toward me and whispered into my ear

"Someones got their eyes on you."

I looked around the room to see what she was talking about and then I saw him, a big muscular man leaning towards the wall with a drink in his hand. He was quite far away so I couldn't see all that well but from what I did see, he looked like a picture of one of those greek gods.

His arms were big and muscular, they made it look like the long-sleeved shirt he was wearing was about to rip open, his chest was out as if he was on his guard and I could see his hair flowing from the wind let in by the open doors.

I gently looked away from him and walked with Lydia to the bar.

We each got a glass of red wine and then we stood there looking out over the crowd.

The people were already wasted, dry humping each other on the dance floor to some 80's rock music. Down by the corner a few frat guys were doing a keg stand. In my opinion, it was really inappropriate considering this was quite a fancy party.

I was busy scanning and quietly judging the guests when suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder, it spun me around and an unfamiliar face showed.

"Hi there, beautiful. Can I have this dance?" He seemed like a nice man. He had brown eyes and a nice smile, thin lips with a small goat beard. But there was something eery about him. Something that made me scream ’decline’ in my head.

I also wasn't interested in dancing, I wanted to drink my pain away and wallow in my sorrow. Did that sound depressing?

"No, sorry, I’m not in the mood tonight." I kindly responded to his question. However, after hearing my response the nice man I thought him to be, suddenly disappeared, his eyes narrowed and his jaw tensed.