Page 94 of Web of Lies

An actual date? It seems like there’s a first for everything now.

To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

September 30th, 2020

Hey!

Homecoming is coming up soon here. It’s weird but I guess it’s a huge deal. I just heard some of tthe girls in the bathroom talking about their dresses. Can you believe some girls spend over 5,000 dollarrs on that shit? Can you even believe that? Like…I know my family has money, especially my grandparents…well they did. But 5,000 for a dress for high school? Sheesh.

Speaking of my grandparents, guess who got an inheritance? This girl! Don’t get me wrong, I loved them so muuch. Do you remember the summer days we would go over there? It was boring at the time being 9 and having to watch my grandma get lost in her weird soap operas, but now I misss it. I miss her. Remember my grandpa’s tomatoes? He was so proud of those things. I remember going to tthe garden with them and picking them. I miss them. But it’s kind of nice to have my own money waiting for me for college. I really didn’t want to have to depend on Crowe for his money. Since my momm stopped her practice and stayed home…. it’s gotten worse. Have I mentioned how much I hate that guy? Cuz, I hate him. I hate him for moving me. I hate him for taking my phone. I hate him for taking yyou away from me. I’m just glad we have this, girl.

These emails. They’re so fucking important.

Anyway, I’ve been thinking so much about Christmas. When I get back to Crowe’s I’m taking my ffucking car and driving to you. I don’t even care what they say, they can kiss my ass. I miss you and I have so much morre to tell you!

If you must know, things are stiill going good with the peerson I’m dating. It’s amazing, but weird too. Do you remember me telling you about the person I dated before and how it didn’t work out? They… aren’t taking this very well. At all. The scathing looks and their taunts have picked up big time. I swear everythinng that happens to me…is because of them. When Christmas hits…I’ll explain all of this. Also, omg! I was invited to a fucking boat party! Can you believe that? A fucking Yacht to be more exact. It’s right before Christmas break…it’s the person I’m ddating…they own that. Own it. I swear…going to this school is crazy.

Enough about me! I’m such a sselfish bitch, how are you? How’s Latham? Have you heard from Eli at all? I know he moved away…but you guys were so hot and heavy for so long.

Mags. xoxoxo

A deep longing claws at the back of my mind like a ravenous animal begging to leave the cage; I’m drowning in it—trapped. The past few days Chase, Zepp, and Seger have consumed my every waking moment. They filled every aspect of my days and nights, never leaving my brain.

Tristan, oh, Tristan. We’ve been so quiet with each other. My other half. My guy. We’ve been through this before. Life gets busy, but it never eases the ache of missing him. Pain sears through my beating heart, constricting my expanding lungs. He’s the other piece to my soul, and he’s been MIA for too long. But so have I.

Me:

I miss you

The minutes tick by. Usually, we text back right away, without hesitation. A ferocious ache stabs in my gut like a knife searing through my skin, burning from the inside out. I’m not whole without him. I’m lost, and he’s my anchor. Where would I be without my Tristan?

Tristan:

I miss you too.

Me:

Sorry I’ve been so busy……

Tristan:

Me too… I uh think I… met someone.

My heart pounds. His words reverberate in my head. Met someone. My eyes stick like glue to his printed confession. Unfounded jealousy roars through me. My fingers curl into a fist—my jaw clenches. But I have no right. My Tristan. My best friend—not my lover. Not my boyfriend. Hell, I don’t even know who he is. Besides, after what I did with my three, mine, I can’t claim Tristan too. He’s free to be with who he wants. Forcing myself to swallow the green-eyed monster, I box her into a restricting cage where she belongs. Forever. There can’t be jealousy here. I have mine, and he has his. Fair is fair, even if it sucks.

Me:

Uh…me too. Plus, my mission…it’s been hectic.

Tristan:

Definitely hectic. Looks like we may go in different directions, but the road will always lead me back to you. You’re my girl. Always. But just so you know, if whoever you’re seeing hurts you in any way…. I’ll kill them.

Me:

Snorts. Don’t worry… they won’t. And the same goes for you. You’ll always be mine. Don’t let that girl break your heart, or I’ll break her face.