Melanie.

A noisy ringing of my phone wakes me up from my intense sleep.

I whine silently cussing at whoever decided to annoy me this early. I needed that sleep so fucking much.

Grabbing the phone from my bedside table, I answer it without checking who the caller is, and to my dismay, is someone I didn't want to contact me.

Way to tarnish my lovely morning.

"What?" Rude, I know.

"Melanie, it's your father" I lowly groan at his introduction.

Of course, I knew that. He's been blowing my phone endlessly.

"How may I help you? 'Father' " I sarcastically mumble, dragging out 'Father'

"We need to talk, you...