I got out of the shower and dried myself off. I looked inside my wardrobe, shrugged my shoulders and throw on ant old thing. I wasn't feeling well at all. I ran downstairs to a full table of food, Dad is a great cook. We had a chicken casserole which is my favorite comfort meal.
"Thanks dad" I smile.
"Anything for my girl" he says and kisses my head.
"Where is Jake?" I ask him with a concerned look. I haven't seen since this morning and began to worry.
"Oh... He's gone to the pub." My father said nicely as if it was okay.
"What? How many times do I have to tell him he can't just go running off without telling me? He's being such a dick!" I shout. This has really annoyed me. He keeps running off and jes meant to be at home with me, this is his holiday. "
"Look Tommy, I think jes just a bit home sick, he hasn't seen his mum since before the festival season and his tour. I think he may just need to see her." He says reassuringly, dad has always been great at reassuring me since mum... Passed away.
"But... He could have told me that. I'm his girlfriend, he needs to tell me things! I'm so worried!" I say picking up my phone, I'm about to call him when I get a message from an unknown number... 'You don't deserve him. Your a slut, a whore. You first had sex at 14. And he doesn't even know. Your a bitch. Kill yourself.' My face drops as I read the text.
"Tommy? Are you alright darling, what up? Tommy!" my dad pesters me.
"Yeah. Fine." I put down my phone with my shaking hand. I look at the food my dad cooked but I no longer feel hungry. "I'm sorry Dad, I have lost my appetite." I say in a trance. I pick up my phone and run upstairs.
I lie on my bed and re-read my text over and over again. Who the hell is this person and how do they know my past? I sit up and look around my poster covered room. I feel a rush of threat run through me and for the first time in a while, I genuinely feel scared. Nobody knows about my past, not even Dad.
Who is this person?
