Twelve

Twelve

I stayed at my mothers for a few days. When she went to work, I studied, and did work online. I cleaned up a little. I cooked and made her dinner when she came home. It had been almost a week and I hadn’t answered any calls or messages from anyone. Finally, one afternoon, there was a knock on the brownstone’s door.

I flinched at the sound of it. “Shit.”

I went to the door and I peaked through the hole. I opened the door and realized that it was actually Nero. “What are you doing here?”

“You wouldn’t answer,” he said, “I’ve been trying to get in touch with you for days.”

I gripped the door tightly. “I’m sorry. I wanted to stay away from the drama. I thought that it was better that I not be around the two of them right now.”

“Call Laura,” he told me.

I blinked. “Um…okay. Why?”

“Because she’s worried about you, and just because her brother is an asshole, that doesn’t mean that you should be pushing her away. She’s good people.”

I glared accusatorily had him. “Did you do something