Dammit!
I'm so pissed at her right now, my sugar is low.
Which makes me cranky and irritable, add that to the fact that she walked out on me while I forbade her to see Marisol just pisses me off more.
I'm not talking to anyone.
They're confused and slightly upset which I really don't feel like giving a damn right now.
I don't give a damn about Mira right now either.
I gave up calling her since she keeps ignoring my calls. She can make me so angry sometimes.
I don't even care if she comes home. She's not coming home tonight.
I can't believe she chose Marisol over me! I'm her boyfriend, dammit!
I can't believe her.
I'm so pissed, I'm even thinking of breaking up with her. As soon as that thought enters, a physical pain jolts me.
I shake the thought away. I can't even think about dumping her. No matter how pissed I am at her, I can't break it off with her. I love her.
And I can't help but worry too.
Which makes me crazy.
I can't even sleep.
It's 3 in the morning and I keep thinking about Mira. I try to think of the good things so I can at least try to go to sleep.
So I think of the time we first kiss, our first date and so on until I fall asleep.
When I wake up, it's 10 in the morning. Everyone is quiet and moving about when I head down to eat.
No one says anything but I know what they're thinking.
Where is she?
I can tell she hasn't called because I'm usually the person she calls unless if she's pissed at me, then she calls Jessie.
But Jessie is quiet so I know she didn't call.
I decide to break the silence.
"Has she called?" I ask.
Mike and Dave shake their heads.
"I'm starting to worry." Jessie says quietly.
"Me, too." Chloe says as Derek hugs her.
"Oh for shit's sake! I'm sure she's fine. She probably at the mall with the bitch." Tori says.
"Language." Dad says.
Lauren isn't here.
Almost immediately, the home phone rings and we all jump to get it. Jessie beats us to it.
"Hello?" She asks expectantly.
We all wait anxiously. Her face drops.
"Um, yeah. He's here." She says.
She holds the phone out for my dad.
"It's for you."
He frowns but accepts it.
He clears his throat. "Hello?"
"Yes, this is he."
Mike, Dave and Derek blanch. Since they have super hearing thanks to their wolf genes they can hear the conversation clearly.
"Yes, I am." My father blanches.
It's a long time before my father speaks but his voice is tight.
"Yes, I'm on my way. I'll be right there."
He hangs up the phone. Mike and Dave look sick and Derek looks pale. Something's not right.
"Dad, what is it?" I ask, slow dread overcoming me.
He doesn't speak.
I wait but I'm too anxious and worried.
"Dad."
He turns and I flinch. His eyes are really glassy and he looks like he's aged 20 years.
I brace myself.
"It's Mira. She's in the hospital."