I Was Never the Girl in His Diary Chapter 06

I Was Never the Girl in His Diary Chapter 06

After delivering a severe beating to Zachary, 

Barrett returned home sporting quite a few nasty 

bruises of his own. Mrs. Sterling was frantic, 

insisting on driving him to the ER. 

He flatly refused. 

“Don’t worry about it, Mom. I need to book a 

one–way ticket to Northbrook. Today.” 

I chose Northbrook University for two distinct 

reasons: first, it was geographically isolated from 

everyone I had ever known; second, the 

university’s flagship program happened to be the 

exact field I was most passionate about studying. 

The summer season in Northbrook was incredibly. 

fleeting. The day my flight touched down, the 

weather had already taken a sharp, freezing turn. 

A sudden downpour began to fall, forcing me to 

take shelter inside a public bus stop. Lacking any 

heavy winter clothing, I stood there shivering. 

violently from the biting cold. 

My pathetic state caught the eye of a young guy 

who was also dodging the rain. After a moment of 

silent observation, he unzipped his heavy jacket 

and handed it directly to me. 

“Put it on. Northbrook stays at this temperature this time of year. Remember to bundle up next 

time you head out.” 

Before I could voice a refusal, his bus pulled up to 

the curb. He stepped inside, his figure vanishing 

into the traffic seconds later. 

By my third day in the city, I successfully secured at part–time barista job that paid well enough to 

cover a cheap shared–room sublet near campus. Working consistently until the semester started 

would yield just enough cash to cover my tuition. 

fees. 

I obtained a completely new phone number, 

severing every single line of communication with 

my hometown–including Barrett. 

Since I had committed to starting a brand new chapter, the past needed to be discarded 

completely. 

What I absolutely did not anticipate, however, was 

Barrett showing up in Northbrook to hunt me 

down. 

It was just another routine, exhausting afternoon 

at work. 

The rain was pouring heavily outside, leaving the 

café practically empty. The tinted glass door was 

pulled open from the outside, and Barrett walked 

in, wearing his signature black hoodie. 

The exact second our eyes met, his rims turned a 

violent, emotional red. 

“Valerie…” 

The air in the café grew so deathly quiet you could 

hear a pin drop. 

I offered absolutely no acknowledgment. 

Dropping my head back down, I seamlessly 

continued the task at hand. 

Undeterred by the rejection, Barrett ordered a 

black coffee and took a seat at a corner table, 

quietly keeping me company until my shift finally 

ended. 

The moment I stepped out into the night, he 

followed right behind me like a shadow, matching 

my pace step for step. 

Eventually, I slammed to a halt, taking a deep. breath before whirling around to face him. 

“Barrett, I thought I made myself perfectly clear back home. What on earth do you want from me?” 

A flash of absolute panic darted across his 

expression. 

“I just want to talk to you, Valerie. That’s it. Nothing else.” 

“We have absolutely nothing to talk about. Go 

home.” 

Turning back around, I walked away, but this human shadow refused to let go. 

He lunged forward, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist from behind. I felt boiling hot teardrops cascade down the back of my neck, sliding past my collar and soaking into my clothes. 

Barrett’s voice was thick with desperate pleading: 

“Valerie, I am so incredibly sorry. I know I screwed up. Just give me one more chance, please.” 

The echo of Zachary’s toxic words flashed 

through my mind. I closed my eyes tightly, a heavy exhaustion settling into my bones. 

“Barrett, you’ve already betrayed my trust once. Don’t go doing the exact same thing to Seraphina. I highly doubt she knows you flew all the way to Northbrook to find me.” 

A look of deep confusion flooded his features. 

“Valerie… what the hell are you talking about?” 

I didn’t offer an explanation. I coldly pried his fingers off my waist and took a massive stride 

forward. 

I had only made it five paces before Barrett finally 

processed the misunderstanding, screaming at 

my retreating back: 

“You’ve got it all wrong, Valerie! I am not dating 

Seraphina! I rejected her that exact night!” 

My footsteps faltered for a fraction of a second, 

but I didn’t turn back. 

It simply didn’t matter anymore. 

Barrett refused to leave Northbrook. 

He explicitly told me that until I granted him 

forgiveness, he would camp out in this city 

indefinitely. 

I told him I couldn’t care less. Incredibly, Barrett 

actually approached the café manager, begging 

relentlessly until he was hired as an extra 

part–time barista. 

For the next full month, we operated under the 

exact same roof, constantly crossing paths in the tight space. The very second there was a lull in 

customers, he would eagerly hover around me, desperately trying to spark a conversation. 

Genuinely exhausted by the constant disruption, I 

finally agreed to sit down and have a proper talk 

with him.