Ring*
The phone blares somewhere in the room annoyingly rousing me up from the best sleep I could remember. My hand search for the devil's craft work on the table shutting it off throwing it on the bed, flopping back to sleep. Seconds after it blares again, this time I pick it ready to give the caller a piece of my mind. Like what the f**k, it’s called a beauty sleep for a reason.
"Hello." I answer groggily.
"b***h. Where the f**k is you?" I winch at the caller’s shrill cry, my brows twitch in disarray.
"Who is this?"
"Your dead grandma." Ella? Groaning, I roll my eyes sitting up pulling the covers close to my chest. "Where the f**k are you? I just came out from your room only to be told that your husband came to take you home. How dare you get married without me and who is the husban
