Book II: 9- The Inevitable!

Looking at the shower as the water fights my skin. I slowly washed my hair with my empty shampoo container. “I wonder what that motherfucker is up to!” I thought as I hurriedly rinse the remaining soap away from my skin.

Then the thought of calling my so-called best friend hits me real hard. I slowly tiptoe out to the parlor, rapping my body with my white towel, and also tied my hair up with another smaller towel to dry up quickly.

Tiptoeing into the sitting room, Angelo was laying down fast asleep on his sofa. “What a show-off!” I hiss, rolling my eyes. “Where the heck is my phone?” I wander around the sitting room, knowing fully well I left it somewhere on the sofa.

My eyes suddenly sight th