Messy night.
I slam the front door and take the stairs two at a time, unable to stop the tears from falling down my face. I brush them away hastily, hating that it's Tobias making me feel this broken. Along with being mad at him, I'm also mad at myself for letting it get this far.
How could I not see the reputation I was building for myself?
"Trisha Lockwood!"
"Not now Mum!" I yell back, closing my bedroom door and diving on to my bed. I grab my blanket and pull it over me, inhaling the warm scent. It does little to comfort me. My door flies open and Mum stands in the doorway, glaring at me with her phone in her hand.
"What do you want?"
"Did you call your father?" Mum asks me, her eyes narrowed. I blink back at her for a few seconds —
"What?"
"It's a simple question, Trish. Did you call your father?"
"No, why? Is dad coming home?" I ask, excitement building up inside me. Mum narrows her eyes further at me and I frown.