The next morning I wake to the sent of Ian's clothes and in a puddle of sweat. I open my eyes to see that i am huddled in his chest with is arms wrapped around my head like a mother would hug her kin, I pull my phone out of my back pocket and and wake up to a less pleasant surprise, eleven missed calls from my dad... I'm in deep shit.
knowing that I have no time to spare I roll out of Ian's embrace, waking him up to me grabbing my things. I decide to leave him a note thinking that he is still asleep. I rush out the door and run home, my side was aching with pain one step after the another. The ground was muddy from the rain of the night before, makeing it harder to run. When I get home I look at the front door like I'm about to be executed. When I reach for the handle the door, but it opens first.. my heart drops in fear that it is my dad waiting for me to come home, I contemplate whether to run or stay, but before my mind makes a decision the door opens, it was my my sister greeting me...