Chap 19

                                    

                                          
It was a week and two days after that person broke it off with me, my phone hasn't stopped vibrating every once in a while, and again and again, the same customised tone rang from it. I really wish I have the courage to look at them and delete the person's number and although he already broke it off a promise will always be a promise and I won't easily break it like that just because we're done now.
                          
I barely make promises but when I make one, I always make sure I'm able to fulfil it or simply keep it.


                          
I was in my room, playing fortnite casually while Blake unexpectedly burst into my room.
                          
"Do you know where George is?" He asked with concern and curiosity. I stayed in silent, not giving him a verbal nor non-verbal answer.
                          
"Reece, c'mon" 
                          
"I don't know, leave me alone"
                          
"Are you still ignoring hi- uh I mean that person's text?" I hummed in response, too focus on my game to give a damn about why he asked these kinds of questions from out of the blue.
                          
"His mum texted me saying that he hasn't been home in three days, do you have any message from Natasha?"
                          
"Dunno, don't care. I told her to stop updating me about his life"
                          
"But, Reece... He's gone and none of them can get a hold of him"
                          
"He's still texting me every thirty minutes, I don't get why they can't get him, it's an easy task since he's obviously online all the time. Well that, when he's not getting fucked by his friend" I said, mumbling the last sentence very quietly.
                          
"Reece, he's gone, don't you get it?"
                          
"I do get it, but Blake... I don't give a damn anymore okay?" I said, throwing my phone carelessly to beside me.
                          
"You used to care and worry a lot about him. Reece, I'm serious here"
                          
"Used, that is in the past tense which means I don't give a fuck anymore. He doesn't even appreciate my concern back to those days anyway, so why I should bother anymore? He's probably somewhere being fucked by one of his friends, or maybe all of his friends. I don't know, I don't wanna know and I don't give a damn. So can you leave me alone now, please?" I asked, clearly frustrated and not interest. My eyes showed no emotion other than pure annoyed one. Blake scoffed at my harshness, leaving my room quickly while mumbling 'asshole' under his breath. Well, get one to make one.


                          
I scooped up my notebook from the nightstand, looking at the almost finished song. I wrote down some more lyrics and changed some words here and there. Minutes later, I looked down again and examined it, feeling satisfied with the outcome. I shuffled around in my bed, trying to get my guitar without getting out of the bed. I grab ahold of it after almost falling down twice, quickly tuning them and start to strum it.
                          
Soon, I got the hang for the rest of the song, singing it quietly trying not to disturb the concerned but also annoyed Blake. Maybe he's just in his man period, I don't know. I put everything down and then walked to my bathroom. I think a nice warm shower would be nice now seeing that Blake question had stirred me to the edge.





                          
Blake's POV
                          
I walked into Reece's room, looking around in wonder when I can't see him in the room. The bathroom's door was closed so I assumed he was in the shower. I turned the knob, knowing him really well that he has never locked the door. The shower stall glass was cover in thick fog as warm (or maybe hot) water ran inside.
                          
"Reece?"
                          
"Yes?"
                          
"Can I borrow your phone for a quick call? I forgot where I left mine at and I can't find it."
                          
"Sure, it's either on the bed or on the nightstand"
                          
"Thanks, and I'm sorry for the previous questions. Didn't mean to annoy you"
                          
"Sure, that's fine. Just don't bring that person up again" He said, voice slightly mumbled due to the running water but I can hear the smile on his face. Warm water always works their way really great. 
                          
"Alright then"


                          
I walked out of the bedroom, not even bothering to close the door on the way. I see his phone on his bed, laying dangerously close on the edge of his bed.
                          
I grabbed it and started typing in his passcode, unlocking it with ease. I opened the WhatsApp application and search for my contact. My thumb slips and it happened to open George's contact instead. It was still with his previous name which is Smiffy <3 and there are lots as in actually a lot of message from him. I pressed the home button but instead of going back to its home, it scrolled down and leaving me gasping at the horrifying pictures. I dropped the phone by accident just in time as Reece stepped out of the bathroom.


                          
"Blake, what the fuck?!" He half-yelling asked me. I stayed in silence, too stunned to work a word.
                          
"Mate, are you good? Have you found your phone yet?"
                          
"Reece..." I whimpered out quietly.
                          
"Blake, I swear to god! Tell me what's wrong with you"
                          
"Ch... check your phone. Don't be mad, don't snap, and don't throw it. Just look carefully." I whispered out carefully. I'm scared if I speak any louder I'll throw up and drown in my tears at the same time.
                          
"Look at what? It's still the same from before I take a bath." 
                          
"Just look, please..."
                          
"You're scaring me, B"




                          
Reece's POV
                          
I examined Blake's condition one more time before slowly picking up my fallen phone from the carpet-covered floor. I took a careful glance at its body and it was all fine, no crack or whatsoever, I quirked my eyebrows at Blake looking at him questioningly.
                          
"Turn it around and read. Promise me you won't freak out or snap at me or drop your phone again" He said slowly. His voice is kinda deeper than usual and his tone a bit wavy. I actually am feeling scared right now. It's not usual to see Blake breaking down and so stunned to form proper things from his brain.
                          
"'lright, I promise
                          
I did as he tells me and my eyes widen when seeing it was the person's contact. But I promised Blake I won't freak or snap and instead, I read it carefully. My eyes widen even more if that's still possible as I see a bunch of my nudes along with pictures of me and some of my affairs. My hands start to shake as I see examine them one by one and to say that I was crept out because all of this would be an understatement since I always did it in such a private and closed places. I scroll down even more and finally, pictures of mine weren't seen anymore, but I feel my hearts break to pieces seeing the last three pictures.

















                          
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(Peace out, bby 😉)