Anastasia’s POV
Mom didn’t even let me take two steps into the house before she grabbed my arm. “Upstairs,” she barked out.
I didn’t argue, it was clear she was curious so I followed her quietly with my heart pounding in my chest. Each step felt louder than the last, like I was walking towards my own judgment.
The moment we got into my room, she shut the door behind us.
“Where have you been?” she asked, turning to face me in a tight voice.
“I was with a friend,” I said carefully. “I didn’t mean to stay out for so long, I just…”
“I have been calling you for hours, Anastasia,” she cut in, her voice rising again. “Hours!”
“I know, and I’m sorry…”
“Sorry?” she snapped. “Do you think sorry fixes this?”
I sighed, trying to stay calm as I answered her “I didn’t plan it, Mom. I just neede
