“Alright, thanks a lot mum.”

“You're welcome, baby. Gotta go now. Bye.”

Click.

The line ended.

I bit my lips while staring at the wall absentmindedly.

“Now I have to go and see him.” I mumbled to myself.

“Ohh… God.” I whined, dropping back on the bed.

I scowled at the ceiling.

“Can Rosie Alphonse ever get a fucking break from Henry Gareth?”

A scornful laugh left my lips.

Who the fuck was I kidding?

Of course not.

I climbed down from my bed and headed for the door only to pause.

Pyjama pants.

Sweater.

Bed hair.

Tired eyes.

Cracked lips.

And lastly, wrapped in the essence of ‘I don't...