I was just staring at the text Pete has sent me. So, he was not drunk deliberately. Someone is behind this. God! How horribly I treated him, thinking he got drunk until he is unconscious and broke his promise.
I was about to dial Pete’s number when my phone started to ring.
It was Chris!
I quickly looked at his balcony. He was also looking at me, holding his phone to his ear…
“Hello,” I answered the call.
“Emma, what your parents said?” he asked as soon as he heard my voice. The anxiety in his voice was so obvious. He must be apprehensive thinking about me. I should have talked to him much earlier…
“Emma…” he again said nervously, as I was silent for a few second…
“I managed that,” I said.
“What do you mean by managed?” he asked.
“My mom promised me that she won’t tell dad. But sh
