Hacking The Relationship Code

Chapter 7: Escape

Adrian's POV

I was lost on my way back home. What was wrong with me? I had abused Ginna. Ginna... who was my only friend. That girl took so much shit from me yet never gave up. I knew I had pushed her limits today. I knew fucked up bad. It felt like shit.

It wasn't Ginna fault. I didn't deserve anyone to care for me. She was right, I would spoil everyone's day.

I had seen Ginna heading towards another wing after our yoga session. I was curious about where she was going all alone so I followed her silently. I should have known better she was going to meet Nick. I was aware of their constant flirting but wasn't sure if Ginna liked him back. Ginna was a talker. She was friendly with everyone in the class. Hell, she could even befriend walls.

It was crystal clear now, she liked him back otherwise why would she go to the mysterious third floor with him. For some reason, seeing them together made me feel uncomfortable. And when Ginna said that she didn't want to spoil it by taking my name, it felt like she had pushed a dagger through my heart. I felt betrayed. Did Ginna hate me so much? Then why was she pretending to care when she actually thought so little of me? Seeing them kiss after that was the last straw. I couldn't witness anymore of it.

My chest was pumped up with so much anger that I punched my fist into a boulder. How could she do this to me. For once I trust a person and this is what I get. Was I so unlovable that no one could ever love me, not even my parents?

I thought of all the good things she had done for me. How I had felt neglected for so long before she became a part of my life. Yes, she was a part of my life, maybe the only living part of my life. For the first time in my life, someone really cared about me. Someone made sure that I remained sane enough to care about myself. I couldn't tell her everything but I surely thought of her as my friend. I had begun to trust her. Coming to think of it that it was all fake, hurt me more than my father ever hurt me. On top of that recalling her kissing Nick Garryson just made me puke.

I tried to alleviate myself by thinking all this will stop mattering in a few days. My life was going to change permanently by next week. If everything went as per the plan, I would be finally getting rid of my nasty excuse for a father. I would be standing at the threshold of my new life in Chicago. I was going to tell her today that I would leaving. I had even bought her a parting gift. Now, I was sure she wouldn't care much after what I had done to her priced possession.

For years I had been taking my father's abuses. So, as soon as I saw a way out of it, I did not miss it. I was saying goodbye to this crappy life. I lifted my t-shirt to feel the scars on my back. These were my battle marks. Signs of what I had endured. I wanted to forget my entire life that I lived up till now but at the same time I was proud of my battle marks. I was proud that I never gave up.

I was ready to start afresh. However, my goodbyes still felt incomplete because I was leaving the person that mattered the most without a goodbye. I couldn't get her out of my mind. I felt guilty but what was done was done. I wouldn't be able to take it back even if I wanted to and right now, I did not want to.

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A week ago......

I was moping my lawn to make sure it was clean before my father was back. I spotted a handkerchief which did not belong to us. Mr. Finns's belongings would often fly away from his lawn into ours. Mr. Finns was our neighbor. His housekeeper always forgot to pin the clothes to the rack so they would fly away into out lawn. He believed in letting his laundry soak the sunlight to naturally iron it up. I had to go and return his clothes every time something flew in our lawn.

Mr. Finns was a business man. He had made his fortune from the wall street. He was in his late forties and a widower. His daughter was already married and lived with her family in Connecticut. I knocked at his door.