Chapter 57

Fighting against my conscience I dial the number again.

I flick the healthy green leaves of my plant while I wait.

"Hey." His gruff voice answers.

"Hey you. When you are you coming over you? I called you a bunch of times but you were probably super swamped at work."

"Actually." He pauses and I hear a ruffling noise in the background, "I'm actually still here."

"You are? But it's 7pm..." I point out.

He sighs heavily and a weight is placed on my chest, "I'm staying the night to help Luther because he's not used to the uh... leg cast yet."

I feel guilty for being upset about this. Luther's like a father to him and I should be supportive.

"Oh do you need any help with helping him? I could-"

"No!" He snaps and I jolt away from my cellphone's speaker, "Luther doesn't like strangers in his house." He explains and I nod in understanding.

Realizing he can't actually see me I speak instead, "I understand but if you need any help don't be shy to call." I insist.