S A M U E L
I paced my room, back and forth running a hand through my hair. Loa declined my calls and then suddenly they weren’t going through, my texts were unanswered and I was seriously considering going back to her house.
We weren’t even together so I don’t understand why I felt this way. I don’t know why I felt the guilt eating at my stomach. It shouldn’t bother me that she wasn’t answering my texts that should have anything to do with me.
My knuckles were all patched up by my mom, and my dad gave me a disapproving look after he got a call from the police. Jack wasn’t pressing charges, which was good, because I’d have to beat him up for that if he did too.
The door swings open and my dad steps in. He was a tall man I would say, not quite taller than me, but tall. Slender with da
