11 Chapter 11: Are You Fucking Kidding Me?

Travis

It wasn’t until the end of the week that I found out what the hell was going on with Remi. Her only response the whole day on Sunday to my text asking how it’d gone with the police was to say she’d be at her grandma’s the whole day. That was the last I heard from her until now—Friday—almost a whole fucking week later.

Just after I got back from walking my brothers to school, I was getting the mower ready so I could mow the lawn when I heard the message indicator on my phone. I hated how my heart thudded from just seeing her name on my screen despite how pissed I was at her. After what happened between us and everything I said to her that night, I expected she would’ve responded to all the texts I sent her this past week. Only reason I hadn’t called her was because I didn’t want to risk getting her in trouble. But I clicked on it just as anxiously anyway and read it.