Welcome to my second book on Wattpad. This is the sequel to "Ending Questions". I hope you enjoy. 😜💕

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My back is against the door I just closed in the face of the love of my life. Everything hurts like hell. The good times have a big dark cloud shadowing them. 

It was all a lie... 

He used me because he knew he could.

I slowly lower myself to the ground with my back against the cold door. I stare at the ground in front of me and my heart hurts, tears spilling down my cheeks again. I pull my knees to my chest, crying in my hands. 

How could he do this to me? I believed he loved me. I really believed it, but I should've known better. When it's too good to be true, it's never real...

Aristo walks up to me and rests his head on my lap, looking up at me with sad eyes. 

My house is dark, the lights are off and the light of the moon is shining in my living room through the curtains. I stand up, making a stupid decision, hoping it will numb the pain. 

That's why people drink right?

The bottle of scotch is still in my kitchen. I grab it out of the bottom cabinet and open it, taking a big sip. It burns its way down my throat and I clench my jaw, getting used to the burning sensation. 

God! That's disgusting! 

I grab my car keys and Aristo along with the bottle of scotch, just in case... I start walking down the stairs to the garage and put Aristo on the backseat. I start the engine and drive away from my building with a little too much speed. 

When I arrive at my dad's house I pound on the door.

'I'll be away for a week. Take care of him.' I say when Lucifer opens the door.

He shouts something at me when I push the big husky inside, but everything passes by me in a blur. Without saying anything I walk back to my car and drive away. 

While driving down the highway I grab the big bottle of scotch out of the glove compartment and take a sip again. It does numb something, it's just not the pain I'm feeling. 

I giggle. I should've known it wasn't real. No one is that fucking perfect. I'm so fucking stupid. 

I hit the steering wheel and put the bottle of scotch next to me as I step on the gas pedal, gaining a little too much speed. The adrenaline coursing through my veins because of how fast my car is going only motivates me to go even faster.

'Stop.' Shawn's voice in my head tells me.

And like the stupid person I am I slow down, still listening to him while he's not even here. 

My hands start to shake and I pull over to the emergency lane and rest my forehead on the steering wheel, crying again. 

Why does he have so much power over me? Why can't I just forget him and move on?

I hear some cars driving past me honking and I curse before driving away again. I'm going to my basement downtown and everyone can go fuck himself for all I care. 

I need time for myself without people who pity me if they hear what Shawn did. Disappearing for a week - maybe two - might be the best way to do it.

Twenty minutes later I arrive and park my car at the big parking lot a couple of blocks away from the basement. 

The walk there is peaceful. The warm summer wind blows through my hair and it somehow feels good to feel terrible. 

The gaming students in the basement across from mine wave at me as I grab my keys. Those kids actually live there... well, to be honest, it's a very nice place.

The door slides open and I turn the lights on, looking around the room. 

Nothing changed since the last time I came here. I turn the cloud ceiling on - I got the idea from this crazy trend on TikTok - and the television after sitting down on the bed. 

I order pizza and watch Bridget Jones for the tenth time this week, crying with her as we're both all by ourselves.

'At least he didn't break your heart.' I say, filling my mouth with popcorn.

I change the lights of my cloud ceiling and now it looks like there's thunder in the small room. 

As the movie plays on I stand up and walk to the big closet to grab a clean pair of pyjamas, feeling the soft carpet under my bare feet. The decorator did one hell of a job decorating this room. It's like a hotel room, but personalized and ten times cooler. 

I pull at my sock drawer and see the handcuffs along with the egg-shaped thing Shawn bought me. I close it again and roll my eyes before walking to the big bathroom, I need to take a shower, maybe it'll ease the pain.

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The next morning I wake up with Cheetos in my hair, and shitty music playing on the radio. I quickly call my assistant, telling her I will use two weeks of my vacation days. She tries to tell me now isn't really a good time.

'Well, I didn't fucking asked to be used and get my heartbroken, but it happened anyway! So take care of the fucking problem, Gina! Or you'll be fired too!' I hang up on her.

This goes on for a few days... Ordering food, watching movies, feeling sorry for myself, showering to hide my tears, declining phone calls, ordering food again, crying while stuffing my face with popcorn... yeah, that's pretty much it.

Shawn's POV

I stare at the broken glass on the ground from a glass I shattered against the wall yesterday. It has been a week and I've heard nothing from Beth. 

I know it's all my fault, but how am I supposed to live without her?

'You just need to chill out Shawn. It's just a girl, you'll find a new one.' Tristan says from my couch.

It took me three fucking days to get those loud students out of my apartment. I'm glad I rented it to them and not sold the apartment as Tristan suggested. 

Now, here he's sitting on my couch not giving a fuck about the fact I lost my girl.

'I put a tracker on her. Do you want to know where she is?' He asks, taking a sip of his bourbon.

'You put a tracker on my fucking girlfriend?!' I snap at him.

'Fake-girlfriend. And yes, I did.' He looks at me. 

'I got one of my "employees" to install it on her phone.' He smiles.

Oh, he has no idea how much I want to hit that smug face. 

The moment Tristan used me to kill someone, our "friendship" was over. And him putting a tracker on my girlfriend makes me only hate him more.

'Give me her location.' ...but I'm just a man.

Tristan starts to laugh and grabs his phone out of his pocket.

'Pathetic.' He whispers.

'I told you, Tristan. You let me continue my life with her and I'll keep working for you.' I yank his phone out of his hand.

'And I'm keeping my end of the promise, but I don't want you to be distracted by her.'

'Is that what your wife is? A distraction?'

He rolls his eyes at me and sighs, not commenting. I look at Beth's location, she's not home.

What the fuck? She is close to her home, but the tracker says she has been staying at one place - I don't recognize - the whole week.

'Where is this?' I ask Tristan.

'Some sort of secret basement downtown.' He answers.

Why does he know more about her than I do?

'I need you to get the fuck out of my house. Go back to Canada or whatever hellhole you crawled out of. I need time alone. Give me a month off.' I say, pulling at Tristan's jacket.

'You're lucky I like you, else I would've put a bullet through that smart brain of yours ages ago.' He softly punches my shoulder.

I give him a fake smile and he finally walks out of my apartment. 

The air in my apartment becomes a lot less angry and I sit down on the couch, thinking of a way to get Beth back. I need her back, I can't live without her.

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