I told my mom that I would answer it. “Oh my god Macey, are you okay?" Brayden asked worriedly. “You texted me some alarming stuff and I'm so worried about you. Tell me where you are and I'll pick you up."
I can't believe it, not only did I most likely argue with my dad but I must have texted Brayden when I was drunk. I wanted to check the messages right now but my dad's judgmental face and my mom's concerned one made me cautious. “I…I'm sorry to worry you. I'm at Cloves' hospital, I'm going to get help–"
“I'm on my way, I'll be there as soon as I can," Brayden interrupted me and then hung up.
“Who was that?" my mom asked me as she raised an eyebrow. “And what did you tell him last night?"
“Unbelievable," my dad shook his head in disappointment, “now you're telling your friends our bu
