Enya
I wake up to my phone ringing. Its obnoxious sound makes my head throb. I contemplate throwing it against the wall, but when I look at the screen, I see Hunter's name. With a heavy sigh, I answer his call, knowing full well what's waiting for me.
'Hunter.' I tell him, my voice rough from sleep. Or the alcohol.
'Enya, thank f*ck! Why haven't you answered your phone sooner?' He asks me anxiously. I hear his worried voice, and it pains me to know it's because of me. I don't want to be the reason he is troubled or cause him trouble.
Then a memory of my encounter with my birth father appears. I am trouble, and he will be in more trouble once the truth about my origin comes out. Don't think about it now. Don't go there.
'Because I was sleeping.' I tell him, holding my head in my hand.
