Chapter Twelve — Warmth in the cold
Phoebe's POV
The music was too loud.
Even with my headphones on full volume, the bass from downstairs vibrated through the walls and into my chest. I curled up tighter on my bed, pressing the pillow over my head.
I hated this. I hated parties. The noise, the chaos, the drunk people… it all reminded me of that night. The night I lost my dad.
When Seth asked me why I hated parties, I wanted to tell him but I wouldn’t give him that kind of power over me.
After almost an hour, I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed water. Just a bottle of water and I’d come right back.
I slipped out of my room and went downstairs.
The house was packed. People were everywhere—laughing, dancing, making out. Some were already swimming in the pool outside. The entire back
