There were three knocks on my door and I had no intention of opening it. But whoever it was was seemingly persistent, they kept on knocking and on the ninth knock, the noise sounded like a sledgehammer being brought down on my skull.

“WHAT?” I roared and the knocking stopped.

the door opened and Patrick stood there, alongside him was Bella, the last person I wanted to see right now. I was internally begging her to make a move or say something idiotic so I would have a ...