I'm lead through a lounge that has clothes thrown over the sofa, wrappers, coke tins, and every little thing on the floor. This is a total male house.
"You might be Myra. I am Mike," the brown haired boy says in a flat tone. I meet his eyes and nod. "Danial told me about you." Again, I nod. His eyes stay on my face for some seconds before leading me to a door that's next to the kitchen.
With a deep breath, I raise my arm and knock three time.
"Come in!" he shouts aggressively. I'm seconds away from changing my decision and walking back home. His voice holds every hint of anger and annoyance.
I turn the door knob, and walk in.
He's lying on the bed on his front, his legs in the air, and face plopped on his hands. Upon seeing me, he immediately stands up. He's wearing a white hoodie and
