Chelsea came back home, straight from the park, and shut her bedroom door. She lay on the bed, still, staring at the ceiling and at times, at the paintings she made in her junior year. She recalled the time when she won a drawing competition when she was in fourth grade. Andrew arranged a little surprise party for her and her friends. She hardly ever saw her parents. They weren't around much. Andrew was the only one who was always there for her. He was more than a brother to her; he was her friend.
The thought of telling Andrew came to her mind. 'He is going to be so angry with me.' she said and buried her face in the pillow.
Suddenly, her phone vibrated on the table beside her. The caller ID showed Eric. Her thumb moved from decline to answer, back and forth.
'Not again. Never', she sa
