O'Malley's Sister

Chapter 51

"He's not yours."

The words were there, clear as day infront of me.

"He's not yours."

My hand began to tremble, so I threw my phone across my bed, and pressed myself against the wall, as if the phone would kill me.

Thoughts and ideas, theories, suspicions, they ran loose in my head of what this could mean, who it was by, who they were talking about.

Van, what if it were Van?

Matty? Could this be George?

Jamie? Could it be Christine?

No, they... They wouldn't do that.

What if it was Van?

Who would he be talking about?

Who would anyone be talking about? They all know how much I love...

Alex.

It had to be about him.

Or, was it from him?

Was he talking about Van?

Alex wouldn't do this, though!

But he knew that Van had a crush on me.

Maybe he did send it?

But... Why would he?

I'm already his!

It... God, he just wouldn't.

I squeezed my eyes shut and put my hands in my hair.

It was 4 in the morning.

Who could I call?

I didn't want to call Matty on the off chance that he was sleeping at this hour for once, though the likely hood was that he was laying in George's arms, or sitting in the asleep boys lap while he smoked.

Nick would most definitely be asleep.

So would Jamie and Matt.

Van would probably be asleep.

But, he might be my best bet, despite not wanting to wake him if he was.

Now came another problem.

I didn't want to touch my phone.

I was-despite how simple this seemed-scared.

The text was from a blocked number, so I wouldn't even be able to ask anyone if they knew the number.

I squeezed my eyes shut, and took a shaky breath.

When I opened my eyes, small tears fell down my cheeks.

I touched my phone, and clicked away from the text as fast as possible, then I dialed Van's number.

I held the phone up to my ear and was literally scared by each ring that I heard.

I didn't like talking on the phone.

No answer.

I got no answer.

I hung up quickly and threw my phone again, curling up against the wall as I sniffled.

"Get ahold of yourself!" I whispered to myself.

Just then, my phone rang and I jumped, letting out a short scream before I covered my mouth.

Incoming Call; Van