“ you sure?’ I texted back, zoning out the conversations flowing around the table.
‘Yes positive. They were all sitting together making plans on how to torture your girl.’ I looked at the text with an angry scowl and almost missed the part where the girls were inviting themselves over at my house. I grunted feeling annoyed at them and asked my mom if it was ok for them to spend some time with Emma. ‘ of course they can hunny, just don’t wreck the house or your father and I are going to be mad at you.’ I told her thanks and began scolding Michelle for thinking she could just make plans at my place without my permission. Emma got mad because of it and I guess she was getting tired of my mood swings because she stormed out of there after telling me she was going to leave.
I started panicki
