Something’s fishy

VANESSA'S POV

Rodri's questions echoed in my head as Samira handed me my drugs and I felt guilty for not answering him. The ride home last night had been chaotic for me, my mind kept on drifting back to the conversation I had with my miserable father. For some reason, I couldn't shake off the feeling that someone close to me had given him my number.

Mum was completely out of the question since I knew she would do anything to protect me from him. She had talked about his threats and how he had tried to get her to give my location up but she had firmly stood her ground. I was a hundred percent certain she had not aided him, then who had?

Well, the calls had stopped after I had turned my phone off in the car and then back on after bathing and having breakfast. Knowing my father very well, I knew it was just a matter of time before he started calling again but this time around, I was ready to block his number once again. The last thing I needed was someone stirring up the pot I w