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I know I keep telling her otherwise, but I’ve got to keep up appearances.
I scowl when my phone rings and I see who’s calling. I told him I would call him when I had everything I needed.
“What?”
“I don’t think that’s any way to talk to your dealer.”
“You’re not my dealer anymore.”
“And yet, you still owe me,” he says with a chuckle.
“I got you all the money you told me I still owed you,” I point out.
“I changed my mind. I want all of it.”
“How am I going to get all that?” I toss my keys on the dresser, pacing the room.
This is what happens when you think you’re untouchable. You end up mixed up with the wrong people with no way out.
“That doesn't sound like it’s my problem,” he says. “You still owe me ten grand. The clock is ticking.”
The click on the other end lets me know the conversation is over. For now.
When I left home, I was pissed at my dad. Hell, I was pissed at life. I thought the best way to get back at him was to do everything I could think of that would disappoint him. I got mixed up with the wrong people and got myself in a shit load of trouble. That’s why I left college and came back home.
Turns out, my past has caught up to me. I already took ten grand from my dad and sent it off to Stefan, and now I need to figure out where to come up with another ten grand. I know if I go to my dad and actually tell him the truth, I’ll be in bed with him for a long time, and that’s not something I’m willing to do right now.
It’s not like there’s anyone else I can go to. I don’t want to drag anyone else into this.
“Fuck!” I yell, throwing my phone across the room. “FUCK!”
“Are you okay?” Charlie asks, peeking her head inside my room.
The last thing I want right now is Charlie in here seeing me like this.
“I’m fine. Just a bad phone call,” I say.
She looks at me, eyebrows raised, calling me out on my bullshit without actually saying anything.
“I’m really fine,” I insist.
“I know we don’t really get along, and most of the time we can’t stand each other, but if you ever need an unbiased opinion, I can be there for you,” she says, leaning against the door frame, arms crossed over her chest.
“Trust me, you don’t want to know anything about any of this,” I tell her, reaching down to grab my phone off the floor.
“I’m just saying, if you want to talk to someone that won’t judge you, I'm here.” She shrugs.
I laugh. “You not judge? Yeah right.” I scoff.
“All right, I see this is going nowhere,” she says, throwing her arms up and turning to leave.
Could I open up to her? Should I?
“Wait!” I call out, making her freeze. “You’re not going to say anything to anyone?” I ask, skeptical.
“Who would I tell? Cam is my only friend, and it’s not like I can just talk to her about how me and her brother had a heart to heart while he was living with me,” she says sarcastically.
“I fucked up,” I tell her honestly.
