Nathan's POV
I storm out of Abigail's room, slamming the door shut behind me with a finality that’s almost comforting. My heart pounds in my chest, blood rushing in my ears. I need to get away from that tension, from her—no, from everything. The way she looked at me, like she was waiting for some explanation. My fingers twitch, swinging around the car keys in my hand.
I can’t stay here. Not with Ricky’s words haunting my mind. "You need to come to terms with the truth about yourself. About everything." What the hell was that supposed to mean?
I walk quickly, my boots clattering against the wooden floor as I head down the hallway. The house feels suffocating, every corner a reminder of the mess I’ve made of everything. Without thinking, I push open the door and practically throw myself
