|23| Yellow

Riley’s POV

I stared at my phone’s screen, feeling the blood boiling in my name as I reread the message for the tenth time around—the high-pitched ring bell pulled my attention away from the infuriating message, seeing my sister’s name on the top of the screen as I received a message from her.

I tapped the message, and the screen redirected me to her chat, noticing tons of messages I hadn’t noticed because I had abandoned my phone yesterday.

I scrolled down to the latest message, feeling a bang of guilt in my chest as I sensed Lara’s worried tone through her message.

Lara: Hey, you didn’t pick up my calls, and didn’t reply to my messages or Athena’s. Are you okay? 

I typed the chatting bar, and the keyboard popped up, only for me to stare at the letters—definitely mocking me for not knowing what to say.

Hey, Lara, I didn’t answer because some asshole at the club tried to rape me, not to mention I drank alcohol whi