Freya opened her eyes and glanced around, she was in her room. Did Martin bring her home last night and where was he? He couldn’t have gone home that very late, he lived miles away. Freya groggily got up and walked to the living room. Right there on a couch was Martin fast asleep, his hair in is face. His eyebrows twitched as soon as she walked in and his eyes flew open and he suddenly sat up.
“Hey sorry” he said and Freya smiled friendly at him.
“Did you carry me home?” She asked and Martin grinned.
“No” he said feigning mock offense. Freya smile widened, then it disappeared and her eyes widened.
“Who did you meet yesterday when you brought me home” she asked and Martin eyes darkened a bit.
“Your stepmom” he said and Freya eyes lowered.
“I am sorry you had to meet her” she said and
