Die For Me (The Consumed Series Book 2)

Jack

I had been refreshing Hana’s location practically every minute for hours now. I could see that she was almost home. I was eager to have her back to me.

I looked out the window from the living room, looking for any sign of her. Not yet.

When she left last night, I was fucking terrified. She was so upset, and I hated the way she looked at me as the elevator doors closed, taking away my Hana. It took everything in me to not physically follow her, but I did check her location to make sure she got to Emily’s, or wherever she was going, safely. I had nothing to say to Michael; he was the one that started this whole tiff that could have easily been avoided. I even tried to shut my mouth, but he wouldn’t budge. I quickly took another elevator downstairs, letting Michael take care of the bill. Of course the elevator had to stop on nearly every fucking floor on the way down.

I texted Hana as I walked toward the train station: I’m sorry, love. That was ridiculous. I will do better, I promise.

I nearly chewed my lip off as I watched Hana’s location go from Williamsburg to Cobble Hill, verifying my theory that she was going to Emily’s. That’s when I texted Adam. When he let me know she was there, I sluggishly made my way back to our apartment. I hated walking into it alone. I hadn’t realized how much I truly needed Hana’s attention, or at least for her to be in the same vicinity as me. I hadn’t realized how much my happiness depended on her, and it hurt like hell knowing she wasn’t close to me. I wrote her a long letter describing everything I loved about her. I lay in our bed, hugging her pillow. I sent her a picture of myself holding the pillow close to my face, telling her how much I missed her. I sent her voice notes telling her that she was the love of my life. I couldn’t believe I was actually letting her be away from me this long. Each minute that passed made my heart sting just a little more. Eventually, I fell asleep after jerking off to our sex video.

I woke up with a text from Michael the next morning: Let’s be civil for Hana. Why don’t we all meet at the apartment today?This fucking twat.

I responded: Yeah mate. We’ll see you there later.

I checked Hana’s location again. She was at her old apartment? She was with Billie? Fucking great. The way Billie hated me, I could only hope she hadn’t swayed Hana’s opinion of me. We had been through too much for her to listen to her friend that she hadn’t talked to in months. Billie had no idea what our love was like now. No one except Hana and I knew that.

Shortly after Michael’s text, Hana called me. I had never felt so fucking relieved. She wanted to make sure Michael wasn’t lying to her—that was a good sign. She was starting to trust him less. Having Jackie approach her at the show was sure to work, and Michael would finally be out of our lives for good.

Only twenty minutes or so later, Hana was calling me again. I was all showered and ready for her to come home to me, so I answered cheerfully.

She was sobbing. I was immediately irate at whatever it was that made her cry like that.

“Hana? What’s wrong?”

“Jack,” she finally let out between sobs. “It’s fucking true. You knew it, didn’t you? Why didn’t you tell me you saw proof?”

I could barely understand her. “What, sweetheart? What do you mean?” I prodded. It was about Michael, I already knew that. But how did she know?

“Jackie showed me. She’s Billie’s fucking roommate. They’re both fucking crazy,” she cried. “I can’t go back there. I can’t look at him again.”

Jackie was Billie’s roommate? What the fuck? This Jackie was sneakier than I thought.

“I know, sweetheart. I was waiting for the right time to tell you. It’s despicable, isn’t it? Come home, where are you?”

“I’m in a cab. I’ll be home in five.” She was finally calming down.

“Okay, love. I can stay on the phone with you if you’d like,” I offered.

“No, I just…I need to process this. I’ll see you soon.” She hung up.

I smiled to myself. She didn’t want to look at him again? It fucking worked. I had won.