Chapter 11

Twenty minutes had passed approximately and Ryan had still not come back. Now I was more curious to know what could possibly be the reason for this and what was so important that Lyla couldn’t wait few hours to tell Ryan about it.

I decided to go check it myself. I knew they were talking in Ryan’s bedroom. I had the directions to his room in my mind from yesterday so, I got up leaving my phone on the couch, music still blaring through its speakers and stumbled towards his bedroom.

As I was getting closer to his bedroom, the music started to fade and their voices started to become louder but not loud enough for me to hear. I walked further and when their voices started forming words in my brain, I stopped to eavesdrop. I know it was bad of me to invade someone’s privacy but I couldn’t help it. I always felt that Ryan was hiding something from me and I so wanted to know badly about it.