Don't Cry Your Heart Out [Cody Simpson Fanfic] (Completed)

Chapter 26

Chapter 26

*recap:*

My phone rang again. It was the same number.

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I rolled my eyes.

Ugh, fine, I’ll answer it. I thought to myself.

I clicked the accept button.

“Hello?” I answered, kind of annoyed.

“Gab? Where the hell are you?” The person asked.

Another familiar female’s voice. A rude one.

“My… Boyfriend’s house… Where I live… Why? Who is this?” I asked.

 “You LIVE with that boy now?! COME HOME. NOW.”

Oh my god.

“Mom?! Aren’t you in prison?!” I exclaimed.

“Not anymore. Their security sucks.”

“You ESCAPED?”

“Just get your ass home.”

“No. The Simpsons have custody of me now since I had nobody fit to take care of me.”

“The Simpsons, huh? Cody Simpson? Rings a bell. He’s famous, isn’t he?”

“Whatever. How did you get my number?!” I asked.

“Well how the hell did YOU get a phone?”

“I bought it. With my own money.”

“I never allowed you to buy a phone. Since when did you get it?!”

“Back in December.” I laughed.

“I told you to not even talk to anybody on the phone without my permission. And are you still going to school or what?”

“No. They have homeschooling here. And I don’t care if you didn’t want me to talk on the phone. I’m a teenager. You know that spying on me during everything I do is unreasonable.” I said honestly.

“I didn’t trust you and still don’t.”

“Why? What did you think I would do if I had a phone to myself?” I asked, knowing it was because she was afraid I would call the police on her.

“Nevermind that. Come home. Now.” She said, avoiding the question.

“I am home.”

“COME BACK TO THIS HOUSE. THIS SECOND.” She demanded

“No.” I said simply.

“If you don’t want to come here, I’ll just have to come and get you.”

My heart stopped.

“How are you gonna find his house?!” I asked.

“Pretty sure I passed it today. Thanks for telling me his last name – I saw it on a mailbox on the way.”

Shit. Shouldn’t have told her that.

“I’ve had enough of you hurting me! At least don’t hurt Cody’s family!”

“I can’t make that promise.”

“DON’T HURT HIM!” I demanded.

“Leaving the house this second.”