Phoebe
We are all still in the lounge making a list of new people I met. I feel like crap, because it's Christmas day and Matthew’s 21st birthday. Now my family drama just railroaded the whole day. “We will run a check on everyone. When is your next therapy session?” Jade asks.
“In three days' time,” I said, and she nodded. “Please don’t go until we give you the all clear.” “Okay, I won’t. Do we know where Akiel is?” I ask, and I see my dads exchange a look. “We do, his body was found not too long ago. He was probably dying when he called you.
He sustained six bullet wounds before his men got him away. My friend says he saw the body himself,” Chris says, and I nod. At least I know he will never bother me again. Though he did sound like he was sorry. I didn't understand some of what he
