Samantha
I couldn’t believe my mother! How dare she just brush me off like a five year old? Neither she nor Faraj’s grandmother wanted to hear anything I was saying about Ash. They’d rather keep talking about whatever stupid thing they were on about, than hear about some real problems. Well, screw them; I could look after it myself. Jeff wouldn’t dare touch me.
I stomped back through the downstairs hallway to the rear door. I hoped Ash was still there. She had to call th...