I wasn't as pissed as I thought when I kept on calling Silas and he wasn't picking up.
At first, all I could do was continue pacing up and about my room, my head rioting with a lot of thoughts that I couldn't bear on my own.
My heart kept thumping heavily. I wanted to yell at someone, anybody. I wanted to break anything as my fury demanded.
Unfortunately, there was no one or nothing and my subconscious kept reminding me how calm I had to be especially since my stepfather was home.
I didn't want to display how much of a bad child I was because there was a lot at stake. It was better that I live the perfect life my mother and I had worked out in front of me.
“Where the hell are you Silas?” I questioned, still pacing up and about, watching my phone to see when he picked.
On a norm
