PHOEBE'S POV.
I walked into my room without talking to anyone when I got home. I wasn't angry because Percy was an addict. Why didn't he tell me?
I wouldn't judge him. Everyone has had a rough time in their lifetime and we make decisions we leave to regret.
Not that it was a good thing he used to do drugs but who am I to judge him? I would have understood him.
Now Harold had a strong point to make my parents hate Percy more than they already do!
My phone began to ring somewhere under the covers and I searched for it lazily. Without looking at the caller ,I answered..
"Oh God! .....which hospital?..... Is he ok? ......I'm calling his parent.... I'm on my way! "
I rushed down the stirs as I panicked my words out. Harold was involved in an accident and now battling for his life in the hospital.
"What happened?" Denis and Lawrence run after me asking.
"It's Harold! He's had an accident.."
"Wait Phoebe.... Let me drive you."