EMILY'S POV
Call me.
Call me.
Call me.
Mom.
Call me.
I text for the seventieth time, hearing each ping after I drop a message and taps of my fingers on my screen, staring blankly at my phone. It’s annoying because she’s reading it but not replying. What kind of woman is this?
I groan tapping my toes on each other laying flat on my bed. Come on, reply me.
Now I was biting my bottom lip impatiently, basically chewing the whole thing.
Fuck, she’s nice and sweet today and makes me wanna throw her off the cliff the other day. I even want to talk about something important yet she’s...
“Ughh” I got up my bed and storm out of my room. Who cares if that witch doesn’t reply me, I’ll handle it myself! I was heading to the freezer cause I knew it could only take food to calm me.
My sli
