"What in hell are you doing here?" Jake shrieks as he opens the door to our house.

"I'll take that as in please make yourself at home," I say shoving him aside as I enter and head straight to their new couch that looks super comfortable.

"Lily, Darius is searching all over for you!" he runs fingers through his thick dark hair.

I take my phone out and see five missed calls and two text messages from Darius:

*where the hell are you??*

*Lila, are you alright?!?!*

I type back.

*at my parents' place. All good here. Talk to you soon.*

I stare at my brother. "I didn't come to...