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The next morning began with a text message from my mum telling me that she wouldn't be home tonight again, and asking me if I still had enough money on me.

I texted her back a yes and scrolled through my inbox to see if I had any unread messages.

There was none. Not even from Skye. Which had me sitting at that particular spot for over thirty minutes and thinking things. I shrugged off the feeling of inconvenience and sauntered into the bathroom. My morning had begun officially.

My mind wandered off to yesterday evening's happening and the smile on my face disappeared immediately, especially when my phone beeped with a call from Kylie.

"How're you doing, kylie?" I asked taking a seat by the dressing table with my towel, hanging loosely around my chest.

I dabbed off the water from my body and proceeded to apply lotion.

"I'm just here. Thriving to survive, you know?" She ended her statement with a question. "How's it going?"

"Not so good." I replied. "This guy I asked to help, sorry, th