CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
ELLA’S POV
I’m so f*****g done. The hope that I’d clung onto, has diminished. All night, I’d half-slept, half-remained awake, hoping to hear the sound of the door opening but nothing. As I walk towards my locker this slightly chilly morning, barely listening to Rita’s rant about how she has missed her caffein dose, my mind is occupied by the angry thoughts I have against my father. Thirty-two unanswered calls and twenty unreplied messages from me to him.
“Still no reply?”
“None,” I huff in frustration, “And you still think I should give him the benefit of the doubt? I’m certain he is passed out drunk again. I’ll pass by Eddie’s bar after cheer practice and I’m pretty sure he is going to confirm my assumptions,”
“I’ll drop you off,”
“You are such an angel, you know
