“Malia, honey, can I please come in?” My dad was knocking on my door. This was his third attempt since Ty had dropped me off yesterday. I’d been staring at the ceiling so long my eyes were starting to hurt. I couldn’t bare to leave my bed, none of this life felt real anymore.
“I know you’re upset but I think you’ll feel better after we talk,” my dad called through the door again.
“Not right now,” I rolled over and curled myself up in a blanket once more. I looked down at my phone to see a few missed texts from Alana, one from Emily, and one from Ty. I sighed and opened the text from Ty first.
Morning Gorgeous, I hope you’re feeling better this morning. Call me anytime if you want to talk.
I groaned and pulled the blankets over my head, throwing my phone back on the bed. Why did he ha
