I am Heather

4 weeks later

4 weeks. 4 weeks of focusing on myself. 4 weeks of concocting the biggest plan of my life. 4 weeks in which I have basically numbed myself from all emotions, all feelings. I went back to being the stone cold b*tch I was before I fell in love with Liam. I have decided that after 4 weeks I will throw myself in the face of danger. I don't care. I can't keep isolating myself from everyone I love because of anonymous. But now I know that I can't trust anyone. Anonymous is coming from within and I can tell. Always knowing my every move, and it's time I sniff this person out.

In these 4 weeks I came to uni, attended classes, and performed my duty as cheer captain. I rented this apartment not too far from university yet not too close to the crowd. I ignored all calls and messages, and made it so that I had no contact with anyone. But, last time at cheer practice Hunter approached me to let me know that Damon has gone crazy ever since that night, begging me to talk to him, fearing he would relapse. I thought I'd go see him this afternoon. I owe him at least that. To explain.

I knocked a few times on the door of the flat that, for the first time, was closed.
"No fucking way, it's Heather!" Nate exclaimed as he opened the door.

I gave him a small side hug. Before long, the guys at the frat gathered around me quizzing me about my absence to which I always answered with : " I was taking some time for myself."

"Can I talk to Damon?" I asked hesitantly.

"Of course, he'll literally flip when he sees you." Asher grinned.

I walked up the stairs and stood outside his room for a few seconds before mustering the courage to knock.

"Come in," a broken voice said.

I opened the door and stood there, waiting for my eyes to meet his.

"Can I come in?" I said as soon as looked my way.

He ran and hugged me tightly.

"Are you okay? I've been worried sick." Tears start rolling down his face.

"I'm sorry I kept bombarding you with messages, I don't know what I was expecting, I should've given you space, but I just needed to know you were okay." why was he apologizing? Last time I checked I ghosted him.

"Hey, don't say sorry, it's my fault, I isolated myself from everything." I said on the edge of the bed and tapped on the seat next to me for him to sit.

"I left because anonymous threatened to hurt you." I said getting straight to the point.

"The letter was never from Liam, it was from him." I remembered how much it hurt him when he thought I was reading a love letter.

He moved from beside me and got on his knees in-front of me.

"You never should have left. There's nowhere safer for you than here. I would die for you, I couldn't care less about what anonymous is threatening to do to you. I would rather take a bullet than let anyone hurt a hair on your head. And I'd do that anytime, anywhere. I love you. I'm obsessed with you, please wrap your head around that. Don't leave, I'll do anything. I'm begging you." He kissed my hands, pleading and bedding in between kisses.

"I don't know what you mean by stay. I can't stay here in this room with you. It's unfair to ask that of you, we've only spent a few days together. I also live on my own now, and I'd like to keep it that way. But, I will hang out with you, we will be friends." I attempted to reassure him.

"Okay, as you wish princess. You know you can change your mind whenever though. Thank you for telling me you'll spend time with me. I can't wait." He proceeded to kiss my hands again.