Twenty: Get Over Yourself

Olivia's P.O.V.

My phone continued to vibrate as I laid in bed. The screen illuminated the room until the call went to voicemail and left it in darkness once again. It had been an hour of nonstop calls. Several different numbers were being used, but I knew in my gut that it was Gabriel trying to reach me.

Since he couldn't have contact with me, he would be using other people's phones. I scoffed at the thought of him putting that much effort into trying to talk to me when he had been silent for the past several days.

Elena admitted that she knew but agreed with her mate. They said it was best for the pack to keep me in the dark about Scarlett and at a distance. Once I kicked Elena out of my room, she couldn't say anything in fear of my parents overhearing, so she tried to apologize through the wood. She had given up knocking on my door not too long ago, finally taking the hint that I wouldn't talk to her. Funny that now that I want space, no one wanted to give it to me.

If I glanced