"Emma? Where are you-"
"Mom, don't even worry. I'm safe and secure, in here-"
"TELL ME WHERE THE BLOODY HELL YOU ARE NOW!"
She screeched, almost eating up my entire energy
"I'm at-"
"Just tell me! Now!!"
"Mom, let me-"
'And what's the issue?'
"MOM!"
"I WANT YOU RIGHT HERE! IT'S GETTING TOO DARK-"
"MOM!!"
Silence.
I breathed hard, at her with eyes darting between the balcony and the side room, where Gina's parents often stayed.
"Mom, please listen to me. I'm at Gina's house at Liola. Safe and sound. Please don't freak out. Tell Dad too that I'm staying here for a few days. It's better this way, mom...Okay?'
"WHAT 'BETTER THIS WAY ?"
I wished she hadn't asked that. Now it would need explanations; ones she would despise and scream more.
"Mom, umm... it's personal? Can I say..
