When We Collide √

Chapter 52

I walk out of the room feeling a little less miserable but I think it's the alcohol. I don't even know where I'm going this house is fucking big and almost all rooms are locked. Finally I find a bathroom and I walk in and shut the door behind me. The tears suddenly rise again and I furiously wipe them of

I stand up and look at myself in the mirror. I don't look different as such well because I didn't have makeup so there is no mascara streaming down my eye. My lips look chapped due to the alcohol. I wash my face a couple of times and drink water directly from the tap. From the bathroom I can still hear the loud booming of music and I can hear muffled moans in the next room. I want to go home and just curl up in bed. For a moment I think about asking Logan to take me home but I'm sure he's way too drunk to be driving. I can't call Aiden because my phone has been crashed into a million tiny pieces. There is no one else I know in this party and the few I know are not my friends maybe Kait, why do I keep on clinging onto her.

I walk out of the room and pass by Amell's room. There are no sounds so I assume that he's gone. I honestly don't want to go back to the other guys. I stop and linger near the door for a moment. It's practically the only room where I can survive and I want to go in there and simply sit and read. Don't go in there Tracy..... Please God all I ask for Christmas is that you get rid of my subconscious.....I briefly scan the hallway...there is no one in sight and I know that neither Amell nor Gail is in there. Tracy don't go in there....it's just for a little while....don't go

I think it's the alcohol that pumped up my adrenalin

And before I know it .I'm pushing down the metallic handle and the door budges open. I push it slowly and silently allowing me just enough space to go in and I close the door behind me . I lean on the door taking a moment to catch my breath....I'm in Amell's room ....damn it I have a death wish

I slowly tip toe to the corner near the curtain where his bookshelf is . I don't know why but my heart is pounding ...maybe because you're walking back to the hands of the devil. The lights are on now and I scan his bookshelf once more realising that he has quite the same collection as mine. I then spot the door to my right and there is a small creak the last time I checked it wasn't opened and it was supposed to be a bathroom....but there is no light   so I presume that there is no one in there. Well my curiosity gets the better part of me and I walk to that door

I open it and it isn't a bathroom. I walk in further and there is total darkness I can feel that there is a carpet beneath my feet so I don't have to worry about making any sounds. I notice the white curtains despite the rooms I've seen having either dark blue or black curtains...moonlight penetrates through them and I can see that the room sort of looks like an office....or a lounge something of the sort

My heart pounds and I recall Amell's words about me being nothing and invasion of his privacy ....am I invading his personal space ....naah ....if it was personal he should have put like a danger sign or something on the door ...right.....??

I further walk into the room and turn to the right corner.....the room has two leather couches and a TV mounted above a fire place there is an even bigger bookshelf and I notice an isolated shelf. I walk to it and pull out the first book and read the title

Walking on ice by Dian Densil

I pull out the second book

Thin white lines by Dian Densil

Third book

The muse by Dian Densil

I pull out all the ten books and they all belong to the New York times award winning author Dian Densil. Is Amell obsessed with her....probably

There is another window and a desk complete with an iMac and a reading light. This place sort of looks like an office to a CEO or something.....there has to be something behind all this.....but since Amell and I are less than strangers ....I don't plan on finding out