32 - Confessions

~Hazel’s Point of View~

“Girl I’m so glad you’re okay,” Ginny yawns, half asleep.

I glare at the clock because it’s now 8:30am and I haven’t slept. The house is way too quiet and I have no clue if my father is alive or not. I want to believe Travis doesn’t know. He didn’t act like he knew.

“But I don’t know where my parents are, or anything. Did anybody die,” I question. If she doesn’t know, surely her man does.

“Heath says nobody knows anything,” she says, sighing.

When we finally hang up, I get in the shower then make some toast. I’m so mentally drained that I can barely function when I collapse on the couch.

“Hazel? Hey sweetie, time to wake up,” I hear, as I practically jump out of my skin.

My eyes pop open to see Missile, hovering over me. I puff out some hot air and fall back onto the couch.

“Doorbell much,” I snap, annoyed.

He smiles and sits at the end of the couch, picking up my legs and putting them on his lap like it's a common thing he does all the time. No mal