I pushed open the door and stumbled into the room, struggling to hold my bags as well as my McDonalds order. As I stumbled through the door my eyes swept over the empty room. The candles, the map. I threw the bags down instantly losing any care for my takeaway. I pulled my phone out and opened the one contact number I had saved and pressed call. It was answered in 3 rings.
"Hey, it's me." I said quickly, " Look, he's gone, what the f**k do you mean? In like he's gone, he's not here.... I don't know if I was going to guess after the girl. His girl... I don't bloody know it's not my job, is it. Look, I'm here to keep an eye on him that's it ...I can't stop him being stupid and hormonal he's a f*****g teenager. Babysitting that's my job. I can't do anything else or he will know and you didn'
