He will come anyways...

Chapter 117.

I almost tripped as I ran up to my room, anger still flowing through my veins. I was pissed and unsettled. It seemed like everyone knew what was best for me without actually asking me how I really feel and it irked me to no end. Why can't everyone just let me be?

"F**k" I yelled, exasperated and tired of people telling me what to do. I knew I was being a little dramatic but I didn't care. I was tired of listening to what people had to say. I had a right to feel the way I did. I just lost my father for Christ's sake.

Counting one to eight I let out a sigh and sat at the edge of my bed. I was feeling considerably better now. Deciding to call Elliott, I plucked my phone from my pocket. The light came on as I tapped on the screen. I typed in my password and tapped on the contact icon.

Elliott was the first name on my call log. My finger hovered over his name.

I wanted to call him to hear what he had to say after all he hadn't done anything wrong, all he had done was be there