After the call, I immediately grabbed my things and escaped the room into the gloom. I stopped the cab and the air was pleasant to breathe again. When I got home, I couldn't think of it without shuddering and I endeavoured to forget about what happened.
I cried myself to sleep and I woke up in the morning with 3 missed calls from Ryke. I called him back and he told me that he was just calling to check if I got home safely. "How are you feeling? And you haven't told me who the guy was. I won't forgive him considering what jeopardy you might have stood in!! So tell me, who is he??". What was that about? "It doesn't make sense!! Do I needed to go through all this before giving a damn care?? Let's just put everything in the past and I'll see you later at school, okay?", and hung up right away. Because if he thought that it's going to help, it won't. It'd just give me another false hope.