Solana - A Devil & A Babe
I spent an hour lounging on my back in the living room, before going into the kitchen to heat up the leftover lasagna Helen and Frank had for breakfast. After I'd eaten it, I'd gone up to my old bedroom to sleep, the sinking feeling of hurt and jealousy still curled tight in my stomach. I couldn't wave it off, and it was a miracle when I managed to catch a few hours of sleep. When I woke up later to the heavy sound of terse raindrops beating down the roof, it had subsided a bit. There were voices down in the kitchen arguing and yelling.
I sat up, puzzled, wondering who was driving my sister nuts. I glanced at my phone on the nightstand — the time read that it was a little after one o'clock in the morning. The display column on the lock screen showed fourteen missed calls, all from — surprise, surprise — Abel fucking Stravkos.
I guess he'd fucked Erin a little too early and had decided to come home only to find me missing. Heartless bastard.