Chapter Twenty-One

It was later in the day, Austin was in the kitchen cooking dinner while I was slowly starting to fix the house. I say slowly as my arms were still hurting, but I refused to stay in this house if it looked as though a tornado had gone through it. I walk over to the mantle piece, picking up the broken photo of Roman, Austin and me. It was taken around two years ago, we had just gone on a holiday up north and the weather was so nice. It was the first day Austin and I actually got along, which is why a photo was taken.

With a tiny sigh, I take the photo out of the broken picture frame which goes in the bin. Before I could dwell more on the past, my phone that was sat on the counter makes a text noise. As Austin was closer, he picks it up thankfully, only able to see the name.

“A text from Jacob” he tells me which instantly makes my eyes grow wide, I place the photo back down before making my way over to Austin. “Who’s Jacob?” He asks as he hands me over the phone, while I click on the mes