“Where is he?” I looked at them one at a time, waiting for one of them to answer me. No one spoke. I felt a whirl of different emotions stir inside me. I was happy he was back but angry at the same time. I was desperate to see him, to feel him, at the same time I wanted to run him over with my jeep.
“Where is he?” I shouted the anxiety was chewing at me.
“He just left,” my dad whispered. He was cold and angry. I could see my reaction didn’t please him.
“What do you mean he just left?” I rushed into the living room to check, he wasn’t there but the front door was open. I stood at the doorway staring outside into the dark.
“You told him to leave.”
“How could I when I didn’t even know he was here?” I turned and looked at him. I was scared now. Scared that I wouldn’t see Ash ever again.
