Page 238 of For the Fans
This can’t be right. Why would he leave…??
“Did you guys fight or something??” Guty asks, and my eyes dart in his direction.
“No, everything was…” My words trail as I recall last night. Whatreallyhappened… “Fine.”
Yes, we had a stressful night, what with the revelation of Kyran’s past finally being exposed. But it seemed like everythingwas okay. I assured him as best as I possibly could that Ilovehim no matter what, and that he can talk to me if he wants to. Then we had amazing, hot, sweaty, filthy sex, and he fell asleep in my arms.
I thought we were okay. I know this will be hard for him, since he’s so used to stuffing it all down and hiding it from the world, but I really thought he processed what I was saying… That I’ll be here for him,always, for whatever he needs.
God, this is fucked. Where is he??
Typing out another text, I hit send.
Me: Baby… please just tell me you’re okay. Your stuff is gone from your hotel room and I’m really freaking out. I love you Kyran… please.
“You really never saw him grab his stuff?” I ask Guty, scrolling through my contacts.
Guty appears beyond concerned as he shakes his head. “He must have gotten it while I was at the gym. Or maybe while I was asleep… I don’t remember if it was there when I woke up or not…”
Fear of the unknown has me twitching all over as I locate Bridget’s number and press call.Maybe he went to see his sister…
He had to have. Hehasto be with her.
“Hello?” Bridget’s voice comes over the line, with a lilt of confusion, because I don’t think she has my number stored yet.
“Hey, Bridget, it’s Avi.”
“Hey,” she sighs, remorsefully. “Look, I’m sorry for just taking off last night. All that emotional shit got the best of me, and I just needed to be alone…”
“Okay, that’s fine, but… is Kyran with you?” I ask her, pleading inside that he’s there.
He has to be there.
Bridget is quiet for a second before she says, “No. Why…?”
“Fuck,” I huff, heading for the door, shouting to Guty on my way out, “I’m gonna go back to my room and see if maybe he came back.”
Guty nods, stuck on his phone, his fingers tapping away.
“Avi, what’s going on??” Bridget demands over the line while my feet move on autopilot, bringing me back downstairs to my room.
“Kyran’s gone,” I whisper.
And saying the words out loud feels like eight tons of wet cement dumped on top of me.
He’s gone. Heleft.
Why would he leave?? Did I do something?
Did I make him leave…?
“What do you meangone?!” she gasps. “What happened?”
“I don’t fucking know.” Emotion clogs my throat. “He found out that I know about what happened… Because of your text.”
“Sorry…” she squeaks.
“It’s okay, because it doesn’t matter. That’s what I told him, Ipleadedwith him to understand that I don’t care about any of that! I just want to be here for him. I want to be with him!”
