The Guys on my Flat

Chapter Fifty

I slammed the laptop closed and bit down on the nail on my thumb.

"How long?" I asked.

Everybody had come back home now and I confronted all of them after making Cassidy and Isaac tell me. I kidnapped Alex and threatened Booker, Liam and Andy unless they showed me what they had or knew. There were emails after emails, some were graphic, others were just words on paper... but each of them made me want to cry. I had the letters Andy had collected all across the coffee table of the Main Room.

Nobody answered me and my tone became harsh and angry, "How freaking long?" I hissed to all of them.

Booker seemed to be the only one brave enough to answer me, "When he lost the battle of your guardianship. He most likely got my email from the social worker and Alex's email from advertisements, and probably found everybody else's numbers online or in the phone book," he explained pushing his glasses up his face.

"as he done anything else?" I asked. I could sense they weren't telling me everything.

"It seems like someone at school was threatening Adam," Andy informed. Booker seemed just as surprised to hear this as I was.

My hands were shaking in anger.

The coward...

That stupid coward!

My jaw clenched as my fists vibrated and my breathing became deep and heavy.

Without warning, I squealed and wiped all the letters off the coffee table, almost threw the laptop and pulled at my hair. I felt like a little mouse in a maze and the only way out was covered in mouse traps. Tears started rolling down my eyes and anger made me kick the lounge, whimper as I tried to stop myself from crying. Through my red, puffy eyes I saw I was probably scaring everyone understandably.

Soon someone pulled me into an embrace. Through my blurry eyes I saw it was Booker. I tried to push away from him, fall out of his grip or anything. But he refused to release me. I soon hugged him back, burying my face into his chest as I continued to cry. I was so angry, so scared, so...

My body trembled as I continued to cry. Booker softly hushed me as he patted my back and rested his chin on the top of my head. I could feel his heartbeat against my face as I trembled in his grip. I probably looked like such a basket-case.

I sniffed as I pulled away from him and wiped my sore puffy eyes. A lump formed in my throat as I tried to take deep breaths, I ended up huffing and sniffing when I tried to stop myself from bursting into tears again.

"Why didn't anyone tell me?" I sniffed.

Cassidy seemed to answer this question, "because we didn't want you to worry about it, and you shouldn't," she informed holding my face softly.

I gently pulled out of her embrace and walked away from them for a moment. My mind was still trying to wrap around my cowardly father and his motive.

I hated him!

I hated myself!

The phone suddenly went off again. I stared at Cassidy's phone as she pulled it out of her phone. The look in her eyes told me it was my Dad.

She answered it and told him almost sweetly to leave them alone. I could hear his muffled screams from over here and she had to pull it away from her ear so she wouldn't go deaf.

I lost it then.

I walked over, snatched it from her grip and out-yelled my father in the phone.

"You stupid, worthless coward," I screeched into the phone, "I knew you were pathetic before, but this is just pushing it way too far. To go after me is one thing, but to go after my friends, who have nothing to do with what you've done over the years is just sad. So instead of hiding behind a phone, emails or sending stupid Social Workers to come and get me how about you hike up your skirt and come and get me yourself you coward!" I growled, "And if I ever find out your threatening my friends again, timid Katie is not what you're going to remember!"

I hung up on him before he could say anything, threw the phone against the lounge and stomped up to my room, where I cried into a pillow and screeched until I was almost sure I'd lose my voice.

Nobody came to try and comfort me after that...

And they were wise not to.