All Chapters of Chaotic Obsession: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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The bay door had been open all day.Until it wasn’t.Johnny stood there in the late afternoon sun, one hand on the chain as he pulled it down, the creak of the track loud in the quiet shop. The echo rang out like a period on the end of something unfinished. Final. Heavy.He locked the door, wiped his hands on the back of his jeans, and tried to pretend the day hadn’t bled into disappointment.But he felt it.From the minute Layla walked in.To the minute she left.And the whole damn time in between.Alli hadn’t shown.Not the way he’d hoped.Not at all.At least, that’s what he thought… until he walked to the edge of the lot and noticed the faint outline of fresh tire tracks in the gravel near the road.And his gut twisted.She had come.She just hadn’t stayed.Because she saw Layla.And she left.That realization hit him harder than he expected. A weight behind his ribs. A hollowness in his chest that had nothing to do with the quiet garage or the fading daylight.She came to him.An

Alli's POVShe didn’t mean to show up.Hell, she didn’t mean to drink this much.But after five days of silence, after seeing his truck in the back lot of The Hollow and realizing she couldn’t even have her Friday nights without bumping into her own heartbreak—Alli needed to feel anything that wasn’t him.So she let her friends drag her out.She let the tequila hit harder than it should’ve.She let herself wear the black dress—the one that made her feel like a whole new girl.Not the girl who waited.Not the girl who cried quietly into her pillow listening to voicemails she never replied to.Just the girl who was done.But now here she was.And he was standing five feet away.Looking exactly like the regret she didn’t want to face.And when she snapped at him?Tore into him with every sharp-edged word she could find?He just stood there.Took it.Like he expected it.Like he knew he deserved it.She thought it would feel good.It didn’t.It just made her stomach twist.So she turned,

Her eyes opened to light stabbing through her blinds like punishment.Her head pulsed.Her mouth was dry.And her legs were tangled in the black dress she definitely hadn’t taken off properly last night.Alli groaned, grabbing at her pillow and pulling it over her face.“What the hell happened…” she muttered, voice barely audible.Her phone buzzed somewhere under the blanket like it had been buzzing. Relentless. Angry. The digital version of a friend yanking the covers off.She fished around, knocked over a half-empty water bottle on her nightstand, and finally found her phone face down near her hip.11:42 AM.She tapped it and winced at the screen brightness.12 missed texts.4 new snaps.1 unread message from: DO NOT ANSWER.She blinked hard, rubbed her eyes.There it was.DO NOT ANSWER.She knew damn well who that was.She’d saved it like that on Monday. Because if she saw “Johnny” on her lock screen again, she’d break. And because she didn’t want to see his name if he texted drunk

Johnny's POVHe should’ve stayed at the shop.Finished the brake job on the Tacoma. Grabbed a burger. Hit the gym. Literally anything but this.But no.He found himself behind the wheel, turning onto her street like his truck knew the way better than he did.The last time he was here, it had been silent. Quick. He'd walked her up the steps, helped her inside, and didn’t ask to stay. He hadn't earned it.Now? He didn’t know what he was expecting.The door to swing open.A slap.Maybe silence.Maybe tears.Alli hadn’t answered a single one of his messages since the post.But she’d read them.He knew she had.That little “read” receipt sat there like a time bomb.Seen at 12:43 PM.Now it was almost five.Still nothing.His boots hit the sidewalk hard. His jacket smelled like oil and stale coffee. His stomach felt like it was tying itself in knots.He knocked once.Twice.He heard the shuffle of movement inside.Then silence.Then, the click of the deadbolt turning.The door opened.Alli