Page 4 of Silent Truths

“What the fuck, Salem,” he groaned, dropping his head back down. “Some people fuckin’ sleep, you know.”

“Tor is missing,” I told him.

Jesse grunted and pulled his covers over his head. “No, he’s not,” Jesse mumbled, his voice a bit muffled by the pillow. “He went out like two hours after you passed out. He bunked at a hotel because he was too drunk to drive back.”

I clenched my jaw, hating that they knew that about Tor, but I hadn’t. And really, had I expected to? Tor and I barely spoke to each other anymore unless it was absolutely necessary. I only found out what was going on with him and what he was doing through other people.

It still wasn’t something I was used to—not even with all the time that had passed.

“No one went to get him?” I gritted through clenched teeth.

Dalton sighed and shoved his pillow over his head. “No, Salem. Tor is grown. If he wanted one of us to come get him, he would’ve said so. Now go the fuck away.”

I stalked out of the room, barely resisting the urge to slam the door behind me. I yanked my phone from my sweats, my finger hovering over Tor’s name on my phone. But instead of hitting the green dial button like I so badly wanted, I instead scrolled past his name to the name of the guy I used for sex when we happened to be home.

He’d signed an NDA a little over a year ago. He knew he was nothing more than a booty call, and he was good for when I needed to just get off. And fuck, I really needed to get off and distract myself. Otherwise, I’d end up calling Tor, demanding to know where he was and drag him back home where my selfish ass could still keep an eye on him, even though I didn’t deserve to breathe the same air as him.

I pressed Gray’s name and raised my phone to my ear.

“Finally home?” he purred through the line, not bothering with niceties.

I grunted. “Yeah. Need you to come over.” I never had him come over—always went to his place or got a hotel room. But Tor wasn’t here, and if he was as drunk as Jesse said he was, then he wouldn’t be home for a while.

I could get off and boot Gray back out before Tor probably even got up for the day.

He chuckled. “Say less.”

The bedroom door opened as I bent Gray damn near in fucking half, trying to get deeper inside of him. Glancing over my shoulder, my eyes widened, my hips immediately coming to a halt. Horror filled every pore of my body, and I softened so fucking fast, I should have been embarrassed.

Tor was standing in the doorway, his hand white-knuckling the door handle, all the color washed out of his face.

I’d thought I had fucking time. I’d never let Tor see me with anyone else because I knew it would fucking hurt him. But here he was, and here I was… and here Gray was.

Fuck.

“Tor—” I started, already pulling out of Gray and moving to get off the bed.

He rushed from the room, slamming the door shut behind him. I cursed and stumbled to my feet, yanking my sweats off the floor and quickly tugging them on. I rushed for the door. “You need to leave,” I told Gray before I ran out of the room after Tor, feeling sick to my fucking stomach. Tor was high-tailing it for the back door. I slipped as I rounded the corner and quickly gripped the wall for support. “Tor, wait, fuck?—”

He swung around in the kitchen once I neared him, and then pain exploded along my jaw, turning my vision white for a moment. I staggered back, slamming into the old fridge behind me, my hand coming up to cradle my jaw. Tor shook out his hand, his chest heaving.

“I fucking hate you,” he seethed, tears in his eyes and pain in every bit of his expression.

Then, he spun around and pushed out the backdoor, slamming it shut behind him.

I didn’t go after him.

2

Tor

I didn’t know which hurt more—catching Salem with his dick in some random guy or knowing he didn’t continue to chase me after I punched him in the face. The old Salem would’ve tackled me to the floor, sat on me, and forced me to forgive him.

I didn’t even know who this Salem was anymore. He certainly wasn’t my Salem. He’d died right after our bathroom tryst.

I’d gone out last night by myself for the first fucking time ever, and I got wasted and high. I couldn’t even remember half the damn night. Apparently, I’d had enough sense to get a hotel and text Jesse that I wasn’t coming home, but fuck, that was about it. I had no idea what the hell I’d done, and I didn’t want to take a look at social media yet in case I’d done something stupid without my best friends there to keep my drunk ass in line.

I had a feeling it wouldn’t be pretty. As it was, both Delia and Giselle had tried calling me this morning, but I’d refused to answer. I wasn’t in the mood to get yelled at. I just didn’t have the energy or the mental headspace for them.

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