"Sleep if you want." Clay mutters next to me frowning in the car mirror. I should be tired but my eyes won't stay closed. It's like I've drank too much coffee, and now I'm hyper unable to sit still. I've never really been good for long journeys, we've been stuck in the car for three hours since we ran out the hotel, "Not tired." I say picking out my new phone from the side pocket of my bag, "You should be. You were up all night." Clay is silent for a moment, "Are you OK?" He asks. I nod distracted and dial my dads number. Hello welcome to the orange answer phone messenger service I'm sorry but the person your trying to get hold of is unavailable please message after the tone. "Hey dad. Um, it's me Scarlett. Just wondered where you are and if you're OK? I miss you. I'm safe I suppose. T

