Brown-Eyed Boy novel Chapter 7

He must be missing me, just like I miss him. It hurts that I wasn't allowed to receive any visitors, or make a phone call for one week. It's one of the policies pertaining to new inmates.

I miss my home. Even the annoying dog that my dad loves so much. I used to hate it when that Bulldog would hang around me when dad wasn't around, but now I miss it. I would give anything, to be with my family and forget this whole nightmare.

The unwanted thoughts of Spencer somehow can't seem to let me be. I still haven't come to terms with the fact that he dragged me down with him. Scratch that, he set me up, for a crime I didn't commit even after I helped him.

If my dad was not influential, my ass would probably be rotting in this place for the remainder of my life.

How we went from love-struck teenagers, to whatever we are presently is still unclear to me.

Spencer was my boyfriend of two years. I have known him since we were in kindergarten. We both attended one of the prestigious schools seeing we both come from prominent families. Mine is more influential but you get the point.

Everything was great between us. And I honestly don't know what I did to deserve such cruelty from him. All I can do now is regret.

I should have listened to my dad, or Alex, even maybe that grumpy friend of his, Jake. They had all warned me against changing my campus choice for a boyfriend. But I went ahead and did it anyway.

There was no way I could have predicted this outcome. Not

when the boy in question looked out for me, my whole life. Not once did I have to question his loyalty. Sadly I haven't been in the same room with him since my arrest. I didn't even get a chance to ask why.

While I was busy helping him avoid prison, he was plotting my downfall. And perfectly too. But I guess he forgot how powerful my family can really be.

" We can't call the cops, babe. They will send me to prison." I remember him yelling when I insisted we call them after the incident. But Spencer was adamant they wouldn't listen to his side of the story, he was sure they would lock him up.

" I will help you," I had accepted taking the bloody knife from him. What I wouldn't give, to take my words back. I should have called someone, but I didn't. And no amount of regrets will bring back time for me to change my decision.

DANIEL

I knew it was a cringeworthy measure that I had resorted to, but there was no other way of satisfying my curiosity. I am currently filtering the results of Liam Anderson on Instagram but I can't seem to find the right profile.

It does feel weird, stalking him on social media considering I never do such things.

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