PHOEBE'S POV.
I shoved the entire bag in the closet and did not bother with unpacking before checking out the bathroom. It was huge and it had a bathtub! Can you imagine my excitement?
When I walked back into the bedroom and saw my phone on the bedside table, I decided to call someone like Harold had suggested. Upon turning on the phone, messages and missed calls began to flood the phone screen.
I had about hundred missed calls and thousand voice messages! Groaning, I decided to totally ignore Percy's and start with my parents. The phone was answered on the very first ring and I braved myself for an earful. Thankfully it was my Dad.
"Are you okay Phoebe?"
"I'm fine Dad. I'm sorry for putting you guys through so much. I just...."
"Where are you? Are you safe?"
"I'm good Dad. But I'm sorry I can't let you know. I need to do this alone.."