"What in hell are you doing here?" Jake shrieks as he opens the door to our house.
"I'll take that, so please make yourself at home," I said, shoving him aside as I entered and headed straight to their new couch that looked super comfortable.
"Lila, Darius is searching all over for you!" he runs his fingers through his thick dark hair.
I took my phone out and saw five missed calls and two text messages from Darius:
* Where the hell are you??*
*Lila, are you alright?!?!*
I type back.
*at my parents' place. All good here. Talk to you soon.*
I stared at my brother. "I didn't come to talk about Darius," I stated. "Go get your brothers and your father. We're going to have a family meeting."
I thought long and well whether I should tell my siblings the truth. I reached the conclusion th
