Sitting at the edge of the bed I was temporarily given, I tried to reprocess what had happened downstairs. Who Tobias was talking about, why it got to my dad.
At least I could leave this place finally and get my phone back eventually. Mostly, my job. I needed something busy to keep my mind off this craziness, needed to go back to normal.
Two knocks came to my already open door and I look up to see Angelo leaning at the doorway, arms folded. I didn't know if to smile at him or say hi, I knew how mad he still was. He wasn't even looking me in the eye, just down to his feet.
"Your ride is ready," he says. "He'll get you home safely."
I nodded, even if he still had his gaze away from me. He gives out a sigh and turns to leave and I feel I should say something, like an apology? I open my mouth about to speak but he turns around again.
"Anything else I don't know about that you'd like to add?" He asked, obviously pissed off. This time he caught my eye and he wasn't looking away until he got an answer.
"I—"
"I trusted you! Especially with him. And you go pull something like this?" I understood how hurt he was. But he had to understand why I kept it to myself all this while.
"He asked me not to say anything," I explained. "I thought I was doing right by him."
"And you didn't think I'd do right by him, Emily?" He asked. I wasn't sure he really needed an answer though. Of course I knew he'd do right by him as well. But then I was younger. I couldn't have known any better. And I was in love with Tobias... or at least thought so. "Didn't think I'd try to avoid the mess we're in now?"
I bit my lip shut, not trying to say something smart, but if he was talking about avoiding this, he couldn't even when he had the chance. Tobias was still taken away, and it was not by his mom. It was by his dad, who we all knew about.
I watched in silence as Angelo turned his back and walked out of the room, somehow feeling sad that he was this angry with me.
Good thing I was leaving. Less drama for us both.
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The first person I called once I got my phone was George. He didn't pick the first two times or the third, and I was okay with that. That was when I was on my way to Dani's and somehow, at the back of my mind, I was happy he didn't pick up. He would've started giving me a lecture about how dangerous her side was, that's if he even still cared about me. He had ignored my follow up text as well.
Well at least he was alive. Still angry at me, but still alive for me.
Getting down from the car was a struggle, but the walk to her door bearable. Two knocks, no answer. I began to worry, but I tried to contain myself. I pulled out the spare key she had given me just in case of emergency and pushed the door open, rushing to get a look around inside.
My heart beat slowed down to normal rate when I saw her passed out on the couch, an empty bottle of vodka on the floor.
I smiled.
She was okay.
I took a sit where she lay and placed her head on my lap, stroking her hair gently and blowing some air on her sweaty face.
What was my father hiding from me? He wasn't telling me anything, no matter how hard I tried to pry it out from him. Was he talking about Tobias's mom? Did he know her personally? What does the chip do? All the questions I had, he left unanswered by telling me he wanted to make sure it was indeed true first before he could let me in.
