I wake up breathing heavily. Light is streaming through the curtain and I glance up at the clock. It’s not even 5pm yet. When did I fall asleep?
I jump when I see Andrew at the end of the bed. There’s an emotionless expression crossing his features. Something I never see. At least not from him.
“We have to talk about this, Shawn. This is your girlfriend. Have you forgotten that? You can’t keep hiding away in this hotel room.”
I struggle to form any coherent thoughts. The dream is still haunting me because it’s more than just a dream. It’s the reality of that night.
“Andrew..I know. I feel horrible, ok? I’m going to fix this.”
“I’ll come back when you’ve figured out a way to say those words with some conviction.” Andrews’s disappointment in me would only be a fraction of what’s to come from Y/N. As scary as that is, I can’t continue running, or hiding.
I felt every emotion at once seeing Shawn’s name on my caller ID. I didn’t want to talk to him. I was afraid to hear his voice, to listen to the excuses.
I try pinching myself. Maybe I’ll wake up, and this will all be another nightmare.
“Hello?” My voice shakes into the phone, and I wish I could’ve sounded stronger. Shawn always sounded so strong.
“It’s good to hear your voice.” His words are rehearsed. Maybe he practiced in the mirror before the call, figuring out what sounded the best. Not taking into consideration the words I need to hear.