Exposed novel Chapter 25

Quensilla's POV

"What do we do now?"

It sounds as if that question was the only question that was swimming around in the atmosphere.

Everyone sat in the living room, just solemn and I bite my lip, a flood of emotions overwhelming me.

"Maybe he with do it," Lauren tells me and I sigh. "He's human, he's bound to have a heart."

"He tried to rape her." Chase deadpans and I run my hand through my hair.

Theodore just sat quietly...

"You guys just made it worse, what was the point of fighting?" Lauren snaps and all of them cast their heads down, then she sighs. "Babe... whatever happens. We all have your back. We can't get through this."

The time came when it was just Theodore and I laying in the room, filled with words of our own.

"I'm sorry." He mumbles pulling away from me.

"It's okay-"

"No. If it wasn't for what I did four years ago we wouldn't be here, in the situation. He'd have nothing but a couple of pictures of me and you and couples do that all the time."

"We'll get-"

"It seems as though I'm the one who keeps dragging you through the mud. I keep hurting you and it isn't right. "

"You know damn well that its Oceans fault." I stand and he shakes his head.

"But I have a part to play in it."

"We were over this."

"I'm not over it!" He exclaims his face raw with emotions. "Every day I would wonder when you're gonna wake up and just snap back to reality, hating me. I hurt you and you didn't do anything to me. I don't deserve you." He takes a step back from me.

"Theodore. What's done is done...but we can be here for each other." He shakes his head staring into my eyes.

"I can't...I can't continue to hurt you."

"You're not hurting me." I  plead, knowing where this was leading. "Ocean's hurting me."

"And I can't even help. What kind of boyfriend is that? I caused this."

"No! You can help, you can be there for me." I state trying to reach out for him but he pulls away averting his eyes.

"Quensilla, one day you'll understand. But I can't stay here, knowing that you're going to through this again, and I'm the one who created it."

"Stop it."

"Four years ago I posted your picture because I liked you and I...I don't even know. Now it's coming back to haunt me and you along with it."

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