You didn’t go to Tom’s the next day. You stared out your window aimlessly hoping there would be an answer to all of your problems. Instead you found rain and fog clouding over the vast grounds of what would soon be your and Charles’ home. The thought made you sick so you let your mind drift back to the happy memories of you and Tom.
It killed you not to be there right now. You had been going to Tom’s house everyday for a month now and not being there you felt so empty. Part of you thought that maybe you needed to talk to him about this. The other part of you always knew. The random visits, the angry men, and his mysterious past all had to mean something. You had just always hoped it was nothing.
You were shaken from your gloom by a very angry Charles busting into your room. “So what the hell is going on between you and Holland?”
“Nothing.” You said jumping up for your window seat.
“Don’t lie to me!” He yelled grabbing bo