Misunderstanding

He started to leave the room when I called him again.

"Adrian!" I said and he froze at his place. He didn't turn back.

"Adrian... Whatever happened right now... I hope that when you're alone you will think about it with your heart" I said almost crying at the nasty allegation.

He didn't reply and went out. I got up but then he entered the room again.

"You're going to stay here until everyone goes back home. This room is rented for you" he said and locked the door from outside.

I went to the bed and tried to control my emotions.

Why? Why am I always in the wrong? Why doesn't he trust me at all? What have I done? How can he say that...

After about half an hour, the door opened.

"Go home now," Someone said. Probably, Adrian.

I just took my bag and went out. He was not there, I guess he already left. No one was here. So, I went to my hotel. As soon as I entered, I laid on my bed and started to blame my fate.