DAMIEN
I slammed the door behind me, resting my back against it, with my chest heaving continuously. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, and worse of all it was centered around one person: Nicho.
I sighed heavily, unable to believe that Nicho had actually shown me a drop of compassion after everything. Maybe he wasn’t bad after all.
I sat down on the bed, pulling my phone out of my pocket. I was about to check through it when I heard a loud knock on the door.
“Who’s there?” I asked my tone surprisingly soft.
“Melissa,” Missy answered.
“You can come in,” I replied.
The door creaked as it opened slowly. Missy walked in, holding a glass of water in her hands.
“I wanted to hand it to you before you—”
“It’s fine,” I said, standing on my feet. “There’s no need for an explanation. It’s
