November

The phone rang. We jumped, completely lost in each other. She checked who it was and cursed, backing off of me and throwing on a robe. I hopped up and threw on shorts and a tee while she stared at me like I grew three heads.

"It was your dad, Liz."

FUCK.

Or more accurately, what went through my mind was FUCK HIM. When all this was happening, I could have cared less. I was a rebel. A badass. Loved. Had friends. Had places to go and people to see. I didn't need him telling me the rulessss or that this wasn't gooooddd for me. I was my own person. And I didn't give a fuck.

Of course, she had to call him back to erase any suspicion though. This is how it went:

Sam: "Mr. Thomas?
Dad: "Hello Samantha. Have you seen Elizabeth?"
Sam: "No, I thought I was coming to get her tonight."
Dad: "So you're telling me you have not seen Elizabeth?"
Sam: "Right. Wait...why? Has something happened? Is she okay?"
Dad: "Well she ran away yesterday and we can't find her."
Sam: "Oh my god. If I see her, I'll let you know. I cannot believe she didn't call me."
Dad: "I find that hard to believe as well. Thank you."
Sam: "Sure. Let me know if you find out anything too please?"
Dad: "Sure. Bye."
Sam: "Bye."

I sat on the bed, scratching my hand until it bled while she was on the phone. It was the most nerve-racking experience of my life. If he found me, I would be dead. At least that's what I believed.

She sat down next to me.

"We have to be more careful babe."

"I know," I said. "This sucks."

She wanted to fuck again, but I wasn't in the mood. So I curled up in a ball and cried while she went downstairs looking to score some weed. Off a cop.