chapter 27

Joan’s POV

I ran into my room, then jammed the door behind me. As mom and Fred chased after me, they banged on the door, but I didn’t respond. Why should I when all they would give was lame advice, and why should I stop dating the one person who treats me right?

“Joan? Open this door now!"

“Joan!”

I ignored them, then walked back to my bed. I had enough scenarios to keep my mind busy while I slowly drifted to sleep, just to be awakened by a call on my phone. It pulled me right out of sleep, just to see Isaac’s name boldly written on the caller ID.

He asked why I hadn’t answered his call earlier. My reasons were justified: I fell asleep because I was tired, and I also didn’t want to talk to anyone, so I suggested I call him back later.

It was late outside; the skies were dark, and my mind and stomach rumbled. All I had today was so much desert, which didn’t hold anything. I needed to eat, but I could wish for so much more than to walk out of that door. I didn’t want to see their faces,