All Chapters of Tell No One: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Crap. She wasn't wearing her other clothes. But so what? Tate already knows too much. "Hi." Lacey kept a straight face. Tate stepped aside, giving her space to enter the house. Without a word from him, she went towards the living room. Only to stop when she saw David and George on their feet. Hearing Tate call her name got them to get up. So it wasn't just Tate who had now seen her out of her other clothes. Oh who cares? "Where's Tom?" She asked. They looked at her like she was a completely different person down to the way she dressed. Which in a way is true. It took a few seconds before George spoke for all of them. "Uhh... upstairs." "Thanks." She veered towards the stairs. Tate cleared his throat. "We'll just go then." She looked back at him and nodded. "Lock the door behind us please?" She did as she was asked. The first thing she noticed when she pushed his room door open was the mess. The room wasn't as bright as it usually was, things had been t

Dim lights flooded the entire room. Music playing ever so loudly, he could barely hear himself think. The VIP room in the club was a little less crowded than the other side of the velvet rope. Leaning back against his chair, leg crossed; ankle on his left knee, one hand on his right thigh and the left holding on to the glass of scotch on the table, he stared into the somewhat golden liquid. Wearing a white shirt with no tie, two top buttons undone and a dark blue suit. His heart pounding from the effects of the drug. Lost in nothing and thinking of nothing, he didn't look up when the velvet rope was lifted and his friend walked in with a girl in a tight short dress calling his name excitedly. "Nicky! Nicky!!" His friend called out over the music. He didn't look up. His friend was now standing beside him. "This is Sandy." His friend gestured to the girl giggling beside him. He still didn't look up. Tracing his fingers round the rim of his glass. "This is Nicky, beautiful."

Pretending. That's all he'd been doing all this time. She'd figured it out like Nina knew she would. Why couldn't he just leave her alone? Why did he have to come in and say all those things and promise promises he was planning on skipping out on? The more she thought, the angrier she got. Rage flooding through her like all the thoughts of moments when he'd been good and the times he'd insulted her before they found out and all the things he'd said. He made her believe him and trust him all so he could leave. Lie lie lie that's all he did. She remembered how she called for him in the hospital and hated herself for it. Because she'd trusted him. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Because she believed him, missed the signs and he just lied and pretended with no- Lucille moved the nearest table, brushing jars, plates, glasses, covered half of of a whole cake- everything on the table to the ground with all the rage in her, screaming at the top of her lungs. Her hands fell by her side

The girls talked about everything and laughed at everything. Buzzed from their drinking and still excited from the dancing. The back of the town car was alive with laughter on the drive back to Lucille's place. "Ok wait. Ok wait." Geegee said while trying to control her laughter. "Julian." "What about Julian?" Doris asked."Was Nina hurt? When she broke up with him." "You mean was Julian hurt?" Lucille questioned, the laughter in her eyes begging to burst. "No I mean Nina.""Then why did you say Julian?" Lucille chuckled. Geegee shrugged, eyes half closed. "You know her. Hurt is anger, anger is sometimes hurt." "Not just her. You too." Doris ruffled Lucille's hair."Hey!" Tabby called out. "Remember when you both had those songs? How old were you? Eighteen." She answered her own question. "And you and Nina called yourselves Redies?" Geegee smiled. "Those were cool songs. For that time.""Yeah they were." Doris agreed. "It's fun to dance to sometimes. But

Strange, it didn't feel like she was in her room. Granted, a few times she'd felt that way on her bed. But for some reason, she knew once she opened her eyes, she'd find herself on a strange bed. Her eyes opened slowly. Damn it, she was right. She sat up abruptly upon realising. Crap, Nick Atkins' bed. She would do anything to go back to those few seconds before she remembered. She looked over to the other side of the bed, it was empty. So was the room. It was her best chance to sneak out. She got up and began dressing up. All the while panicking and hoping he wouldn't walk in at any second. Good thing the sun wasn't out yet. Nick worked on his computer, adjusting and readjusting things he had most likely gone over before. The rays from his monitor illuminating the small room. Through his slightly open study door, he heard the wooden floor boards creak accompanied by the sound of slow moving footsteps. He turned his head a bit. Not to see her walk away, as his head barely m