The next day I called in sick to work, not wanting to face anybody or deal with anything. Especially if those things and people came in the form of a giant, know it all, two-timing Master.
I went back to bed and woke up a little while later to find I had not turned my phone up after getting Lizzie's text message yesterday. I opened it up to find there were seven voice mails and twice as many text messages from her ranging from: "Mia where are you?" to: "Mia if you don't f*****g call me right now then I'm coming over." There were messages from Reed as well which I just deleted not even bothering to listen to them.
My heart still ached something fierce and my head felt as if someone was pounding it against the walls. I dragged myself off the couch and took a cool shower before shuffling ba
