Chapter 52: Moving Back In
Rory
"I’m thinking of returning back home tomorrow." I blurted out over dinner and as expected, kenny wasn’t pleased. He was actually more confused and surprised.
"But... Trevor hasn’t been caught." He pointed out, fork hovering in the air. We were currently seated at his dining table, eating the meal he prepared. Of course he was an extremely great cook, as if he wasn’t already perfect enough.
"I know..." I began before dropping my cutleries to fully focus on him. I was briefly distracted by his handsomeness. His hair was briefly dipping into his eyes and he looked so hot and pretty at the same time without even having to try.
It was actually unfair to randomly look this good.
"But, it’s been three days, Kenny. And I think I should return back home at this point." I continued and kenny huffed, picking at his food.
"I don’t think that’s a good idea, Rory. Remember what the police said? They said you should refrain from returning home till after Trevor gets caught." He explained and I pursed my lips, eyes briefly resting on the glass of apple juice sitting beside my glass of water.
"I can’t keep staying here though. I need to return home. I have responsibilities, I have a job... I can’t just leave all of that just because of Trevor. Who knows, perhaps Trevor won’t disturb me any longer since now he knows he’s wanted by the police." I reasoned but Kenny didn’t seem to understand where I was coming from, and he still believed it was beyond dangerous for me to return back home.
I let out a long exhale and slump against the back rest of the seat, feeling speechless after the rational point he just tabled.