I stare at my cell phone as it vibrates on my night stand. My head keeps telling me to answer it, but my arm refuses to move. I feel like a statue.
A picture of Liam and I, smiling, is on the screen along with Liam’s name, telling me it’s him calling. It’s the third time he’s called today.
Answer it, you bitch. He deserves an explanation. He deserves something.
But my arms remain at my sides.
Beep Beep Beep
New missed call flashes on the screen. I wait another two minutes, then:
Beep Beep Beep
I turn around to look out my window. Rain is falling heavily outside, but that’s nothing new. It rains all the time here. I sigh and collapse backward on my bed, staring up at the ceiling.
Last night, I’d gotten home around 1 o’ clock in the morning. Dad had fallen asleep on the couch sometime before midnight so I hadn’t gotten in trouble for coming home late.
I didn’t sleep well last night. I couldn’t stop thinking about what Colton said.
You want a guy that would fight for you, no matter what.
“Ugh!” I groan, shoving my face into my pillow. I just want to forget yesterday even happened. Suddenly, I hear a knock on my door.
“Come in,” I say into my pillow. Dad walks in and smiles at me.
“I made lunch if you’re hungry.” I frown at him.
“What’d you make?” I ask suspiciously. Dad isn’t exactly the world’s greatest chef.
“Mac n’ cheese,” he says, giving me a proud grin. I shake my head and laugh. I climb out of bed and follow him downstairs to the kitchen. I put some mac n’ cheese in a bowl, then sit down at the counter to eat.
“Liam called earlier,” Dad says, leaning against the counter.
“Oh?” I say, acting surprised.
“Yeah. He didn’t leave a message, just said to call him when you get the chance. Is there something going on between you two?” I shake my head.
“Not that I know of,” I say, taking a bite of mac n’ cheese. Dad nods.
“That’s good. Don’t want to see you two breakin’ up after all this time. He’s a good kid, Jacey,” Dad says, giving me a stern, parent-y look. I flash a fake smile at him.
“Don’t worry, Dad.”
You want someone that Daddy doesn’t approve of.
I grimace at the counter as Colton’s words flash through my mind. Dad absolutely loves Liam. He couldn’t be happier with my choice of boyfriend.
“Where’s Colton?” I ask casually. Dad sighs, then shrugs.
“Don’t have a clue. Woke up to the sound of his motorcycle startin’ up.”
“He didn’t tell you where he was going?” I furrow my eyebrows as the memory of the last time he took off comes to mind.
“He left a note saying he was going out with his friends, but didn’t tell me where.”