Depression.

Accused

I pulled out my phone and looked quickly through my contacts. Dad it had to be him, it had to. I called him.
"Hello?"
"Hi, dad where are you?"
"I left you that letter did you even bother to read it?"
"Um yeah but my car was um just stolen and um I though that it might have been you who took it."
"Emily how could you accuse me of theft I left for a fucking reason, you are ruining this family. Maybe you should just mind your business and go back to your stupid little boyfriend."
"Dad!" I said crying, "Dad?"
He hung up; I called again, no answer. Shit why did I have to screw up everything? Did he steal the car or did I just jump to a conclusion. I need to go home and tell Andy, even though he'll probably angry. I put my phone back in my pocket and then I turned back to the street when I saw the jeep.....