Chapter Fifty-four: A Visit?

 DAWN.

I'm annoyed with the fact that Ryder had to act like a fucking dick head and even leave the house without a word. I stayed up late, waiting for him to come back. I know it’s stupid of me, but I just felt that he will probably come back covered in bruises, and he wouldn't try to treat them himself anyway, so I stayed up, even though that might not be entirely the whole reason. My irritation towards him grows more when it got past three, and he still wasn't here. I had to force myself to go to sleep and now, as I open my eyes, my palm spreads across the bed, my heart beating in anticipation of finding Ryder's body next to me, but I'm wrong when the space next to me is empty. It is cold, just like I left it.

Raising and sitting on the bed, I let my lazy legs drag across the room. And it's just as it is before he left, which means he didn't come back here.

Hissing out of frustration, I get out of bed and ma