"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 talk about Darius," I state. "Go get your brothers and our father. We're going to have a family meeting."
I thought long and well whether I should tell my siblings the truth. I reached the conclusion that if my dad
