Willow
I'm chewing on my fingernails absentmindedly out of a nervous habit I can't seem to shake off as I stare at the messages from Father on my phone.
'WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU, WILLOW!'
I gulp as I read the message. I don't dare respond, though, because I'm not sure I'm ready for his bout of anger that would definitely follow.
'ANSWER THE GODDAMN PHONE OR I SWEAR TO GOD, I'LL HAVE YOU GROUNDED FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE.'
fuck
I cuss, snapping my head up to Jack, who is driving me home.
“Is it still him blowing up your phone?" he asks, and I nod. He sighs, raking his fingers through his hair.
“Didn't you tell Owen you were going to be at Ava's?” he asks, and I nod.
“I did Jack, and I'm sure he'd have also relayed the message to my father,” I groan, running my palms over my face in
