George caught me as I staggered backwards and fell into his arms. I was so weak.

His dad said nothing but gave me a deadly stare before heading to his room, while George carried me back to the bedroom and laid me on the bed. He left the room thereafter, while I cried into my pillow.

However, I was surprised when he returned a moment later with my phone and flung it at me on the bed before leaving again.

The screen was broken. I turned it back on, pleased that it was still functioning at least.

I mean, why not? It was too expensive to want to give up...