Chapter 34

I stared the the number, hands trembling, fingers hovering over the dial numbers... Sweaty forehead.

I blew a loud breath out and ran my fingers through my ling hair.

Just do it, you Chicken.

I pressed the first three digits of the phone number only to retreat my fingers and fall down flat on my back.

The soft mattress breaks my fall and i stretched my arms out at either side of my body.

I've wasted the whole week on trying to distract myself with work and the kitchen. All the confrontation with my mother would be a waste if i just let the damn year book rot in my suitcase.

But today, Saturday evening, i know i had to at least start looking through the book and the very first person the the book, is a person i needed to call.

I sat up and looked down at the first person again.

Abriana Santos.

She used to be cheer captain freshman year of highschool and I'd bullied her into giving me that spot, making me Capitan through out highschool.

I remember how I'd locked her up in the bathroom,