Novel & Cerita You Shouldn't Have Come Here

“You can't even do that, can you? Please leave.” I bowed my head and walked out of the house. Maybe I shouldn't have come here after all. It was such a stupid thing to do.

She said as her eyes went wide, “You weren’t a patient here.” “What?” he asked. “You were not supposed to be here.” She said. “We need to get you out of here now.”

I had not shown up in any of their meetings until I dropped a message saying I would be coming. I responded, telling her I had been bored and decided to come out; the meeting showed up just when I needed a time out, which is why I'm here. “If you guys stop me from getting in again, then I'll have to leave. Coming here was a mistake in the first place; I should have just stayed at home.” I started taking a deep breath. “Well, you should leave, because we don't intend to let you through.” Cidia responded, staring at me with disdain.

"I didn't know you two were fucking up here!" "We weren't fucking, you ruined that for us if you didn't notice, you fucker." she hisses at me and that poor nerd looks pretty fucking uncomfortable sittimg on her bed, while she's standing, her mission apparently to scream at me enough for my ears to start bleeding. I shouldn't have come here in the first place, I should just leave. "Why are you here, anyway? You ran out of booze, so you came to check if we have any? Well, sorry to let you down, but we don't have drunks like you living here."

“Thanks. Feels accurate.” “You should go home,” he added. “Get some rest. You’re not cut out for this. One way or another, our father’s gonna find out, and he’ll be here. You can’t be involved.” “I’m not leaving,” I blurted. “Not until I know she’s okay.” That was the decent thing to do, and that was exactly what I was being— decent. “She shouldn’t have been there in the first place. “I don’t even know why she came.”

“And?” “I said no.” The silence that followed was different, not heavy or uncertain, but something else, something I couldn’t quite define. “You refused,” he stated, not questioning. “Yes.” Another pause, longer this time. “You shouldn’t have come here after that.” The words were firm, but not cold, not dismissive.

I said. When nobody speaks he broke the silence by saying. “ You can come to my place whenever you want. I won’t mind.” I smiled at him. “ And why would I do that?” I tease him. “It's up to you if you want to. It's only a suggestion.” “ I might consider it but I can’t say the same to you.” “ I know. Even I don’t want to get caught by your fathers.” “ Hey,” I punched his shoulder and continued.

You'll regret it when you're 80," he kept telling me. -Wasn't it at 50? -I questioned. -You'll regret it at 20, at 30, at 40, at 50 and you'll regret it all your life, Camila Clear. Just watch what I say. I got sad. I knew I would regret it. Just then a text message arrived on my cell phone, I checked it half-heartedly and stood stunned in the same place. It was a message from a number I didn't know: Unknown:

He could've reminded me that I'd chosen to push him away and that I was the one who'd let things get as far as they did with Toria. Instead, the next thing he said made me lift my head. “I'm coming to Boston.” For a second, I genuinely thought I'd imagined it. “What?” “I said I'm coming to Boston.” My heart started beating harder. “Kenz, you don't have to do that. I'm not asking you to drop everything and come here because I had one bad conversation.” “I know you're not.” “Then why are you coming?” “Because you're clearly not okay.” I didn't have an answer for that.

“I shouldn’t have come.” Logan shot me a concerned look. “What? Why?” he asked. “Ella, you’ll love it. Trust me.” But I had already dug my heels in, and when I saw a guy with a spiky mohawk and a even spikier collar around his neck walking by, I steeled my resolve even further. “Absolutely not,” I said. “I shouldn’t have come. I should go home.”