Lexie POV
Few minutes ago
I watched as Jeremy stormed off in anger. I did not need a fortune teller to let me know that he was going to shout at Derek.
I laid on my bed for a while before my phone's ringing tone echoed around the room. I stand up tired and walk towards my dressing mirror, where I dropped it. My heart stops beating for a moment as I stare at the caller, ID Bailey.
What the hell could she be calling me for? My mind raced back to the voice note Derek played to me and how she threatened my life with her voice full of hatred. She is the main reason why I am at Derek’s house.
I clean my sweaty palm with the helm of my gown and clear my throat before answering the call. “Hello, am I speaking with Lexie?" She asks in a worried tone.
A second pass before I answer her, “Yes,
