The next day
Andrew
I pound on the door in a rhythm of fury; five times, seven times, then another five. Each rap echoes my frustration. Each rap an attempt to expel my anger before I lay eyes on her.
I thought we were making progress!
"Coming!" I hear her cousin’s annoyed voice from behind the door.
Running a hand down my face, I mutter curses under my breath. Of-f*****g-course, they are here. They probably went with her to the hospital. They get this privilege, not me.
I intensify my knocks, ten rapid successions until the door swings open.
"Raff, I swear to God I'm going to—" the crazy cousin begins, then abruptly falls silent when she sees me.
Her eyes widen, and she tries to slam the door in my face.
“Out of my way, midget,” I grumble, forcefully brushing past her. My sole
