She was the girl I use to bully. That was until she captured my heart.
Still relevantly new in a relationship, I can't keep my hands off of her. My Red was addicting. Forever addicting.
Now, we're in college with a imperial distance between us.
No...
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Please call me.
I talked to your father and we all need to sit down and talk.
I stare at the messages my mother sent me. Contemplating to respond, I knew I was not in the right frame of mind to talk to her right now without being disrespectful or saying something I may regret in the future. It just wasn't right.
Not while I was still processing and trying to wrap my head around the fact that I have a sister that I never knew existed.
Just thinking about the new fact, I found it insane how both of my parents kept this from me for all these years, leading me to believe that I was an only child.
My phone vibrates, another message notification, only this time, it's from London.
London: On my way to the dorm.
I just about forgot that she was heading back to San Diego and that she'd cover for me for the next few days. I didn't blame her for going home after my sudden departure and coming back to my childhood home. She also claimed that she missed her daughter and was in a rush to get out of Los Angeles.
I believe it to be something more to her urgency, but I left it alone.
"Are you sure you don't need anything else?" Jules asks me, breaking through my thoughts. She places a dark green throw at the end of the bed.
"I'm sure." I forced a smile, tossing my phone on the nightstand while getting more comfortable in Mercer's bed.
"Is everything okay?"
I contemplated lying and avoiding the truth but I've never lied to Jules and I won't start now.
"Honestly," I sigh. "It's..." My voice trails as I lift my head and witness the look on Jules' face, which pushes me to not beat around the bush. "It's my parents, but I will explain more tomorrow. I just want to rest."
"I understand," her gaze softens, not at all taking offense. "I knew there was something when you and Mercer showed up unexpectedly. Late too."
