Thirty-five

Aubrey hated fast driving, it petrified her and made her shiver, but when it came to Jordan, she made exceptions. She drove fast to his family's house and in less than fifteen minutes she was there, right in front of their front door. She was panting out of anxiousness; she could never imagine how bad his state was.

          "Oh thank God! You're here." Jessica breathed out in relief on seeing Aubrey before her. "He's trashing his room! He doesn't want to open the door. We don't know what to do." Jessica did not need to tell Aubrey that he was breaking everything in his room because she could hear things getting broken.

          Aubrey rushed upstairs and banged on his door. "Jordan, open the door, please!" she pleaded; worry and fear filled her voice.