Feeling Frustrated

Gemma was sitting in her bedroom, holding a stress ball that she found in her closet when she moved in. Probably Miguel's.

She kept applying pressure on the ball as she moved it around her palm but it did nothing to help relieve her stress.

She felt frustrated with all that has been going on. No one seems to understand her. And She needed to talk to someone that does. She reached for her phone and decided to call her aunt.

"You don't sound okay, are you all right?" Her aunt asked.

"I'm not okay, aunt, I need to see you, are you home?"

"Yeah come around, I have an appointment much later in the day, but you can come around," her aunt said.

"Thank you, aunty, I will be on my way."

When Gemma ended the call she knew she would be pushing her luck by going to ask Miguel for permission to leave the house when it's only been a few hours ago when he almost burnt down her father's house with rage because she left the house.