Chapter Eight

"Jesus Christ, where were you? And what the hell happened to your phone?" Mary attacked me as soon as I entered the living room, looking like a mess.

"Relax, Mary. I'm fine. I slept over at a friend's house and before you could assume anything, it wasn't like that. I went to this stupid party and got drunk and passed out." I explained, skipping the part where I almost killed Tyler. I sank on the couch and placed my purse on the coffee table. She gave me concerned look, running her eyes all over my body to see if I was indeed okay.

"Your friends were trying to reach out to you via the landline and I was really scared. If you hadn't showed up in another ten minutes, I would have called your dad." She shook her head in disapproval and disappeared inside the kitchen again.

"Like he would care," I muttered, rolling my eyes and pulled out my phone to text my friends to tell them that I was home safe and sound. I knew they must have a lot of questions from last night but I was too tired to