Nightclub

I slowly walked back to my room and grabbed my phone, trying to call Andrew, but he wasn't answering. That was very unusual because he always answered my calls. What was going on? Was he okay? And mostly, where the heck was he?

I sighed in frustration, but then a spark of realization hit me—I could track his phone. Why hadn't I thought of it sooner? As the app displayed his location, a mix of anger and anxiety consumed me.

A nightclub? Seriously? What the heck... How could he do this? My family gets mistreated by his, and he left me to go to a club. Oh no, he didn't.

I grabbed a jacket, threw on black boots, and practically stomped out of the room. As fate would have it, I nearly collided with Cassie, my sister-in-law.

"Whoa, where's the fire?" she asked, puzzled.

"I'm off to meet your brother, who ditched me and is currently partying it up at a nightclub," I spat, showing her Andrew's location.

"Yikes, that looks bad, but I'm sure he's just getting some air. This house can be stiflin