#Chapter131

1.7. Back to the past

Letting my backpack fall on the wooden floor, I then tiredly plopped my butt on a barstool by the kitchen island and grabbed the mug of coffee their nice cook had made for me earlier.

I'm so dead. I'm so fucking dead...

I sighed and took a sip, already wondering what kind of punishment awaited me once I'd gotten home.

I bet it's gonna be nasty.

I thought as I remembered the look in Rebbeca's eyes as she watched me go to their car instead of hers, visibly fuming with rage.

God knows what she's gonna tell mom when she gets home...

"Oh boy..."...