Eighty.

Bella

The bed was calling my name, yet, as I laid there, staring up at the ceiling, sleep was the last thing I wanted. Or maybe it was just the fact that I was alone and knew that sleep wouldn’t come easily.

I had more questions than I had answers and every time I gained an answer, more questions would develop. It was a never ending circle and one that I couldn’t break free from.

‘The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.’ The phrase was on repeat in my head. The man who is supposed to be my uncle, didn’t know me and yet he was insisting that I was just like my father. A man hated by so many. A man that had done horrible, unforgivable things to everyone, to me.

A phone starts ringing somewhere in the room. It was quiet at first, with each ring steadily growing louder. I didn't think it was possible for a phone to sound impatient.

The ringing was coming from inside the closet. It stops for a moment before starting again. It wasn’t the tone to Aiden’s phone and I didn’t have one.

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