Nia
I slam the door to my apartment shut, still in a state of confusion spiked with irritation. Talk about a sudden blow off. My exasperation momentarily eases as I run toward my phone that's screaming from the direction of my bedroom. I reach the hollering device just as the flickering light dies. My lips disappear behind a flat line as I check the display.
25 missed calls.
I've been away for less than an hour...
The whirlwind of thoughts led by "what in the hell was I just subjected to " vanishes as I scroll through the missed calls list. All from one, single number-my mom. A stab of pain slashes through me with the thought of calling home. I sprawl on the bed, sigh in surrender, and dial the number that I've avoided thus far.
When she picks up the phone at the other side of the
