There haven't been any threats to me. At least, none that Enzo's telling me about.
I texted Silas to ask, but the only response I got back wasTalk to your boyfriend, Lola. This is his operation, not mine.
I still glare at it every now and then because I know what being shut down is. I should be grateful he answered.
I'm not.
What I wanted was for him to give me answers. I'd hit up Cade for them if I had a number.
I let out a giant sigh, something moving through me that heightens my edginess.
And it's not the time, or the day, or the fact I don't go anywhere.
Okay, it's partially the last one.
I guess I just need to know how long everything is going to be. Because I'm aware the clock is ticking.
It's almost seven in the morning. I'm nauseous and starving at the same time, and even though I don't think it was possible this early, I'm pretty sure I'm getting a bump.
It just makes me even grumpier.
And sicker.
I know that in the past couple of weeks, Lyndall has been working on her auditions that are coming up in a few months, but I'm also still needing to see a doctor. And how the hell can I ask Enzo? It's not like he knows.
The longer I wait, the deeper into the not telling him I get, and the closer I come to this now being a lie.
So, that fact piles on, forcing the grumpiness and edgy levels up to eleven and counting.
But what the fuck can I do?
Nine a.m.
I have a whole day of hours ahead and no one to talk to.
I pull my phone under the covers and text Silas again.
Me
Scaredy cat.
That gets a response.
Silas
Meow.
I shut my eyes.
Maybe this mood has something to do with the fact that we did something last night. All of us. So, it doesn't count as freedom. But at least, it was away from the house.
For a brief shining moment, I had something, and now?
I've been plunged back into the darkness.
Alone.
Actually, I had fun last night. And I've never seen Enzo so proud as he was.
