Chapter 7

But as soon as he came out, he thought about finding me for revenge, and indeed hadn't gone home yet.

He looked at his phone, but it was dead.

He quickly grabbed his buddy's phone and dialed the number.

His foster mother had been waiting for him all day and hadn't seen him.

Only then did she realize he had come to my place.

Wylie put it on speakerphone, and I heard his foster mother yell:

"Callie, if you have a problem with me, come at me directly. Don't mess with my son."

I suddenly felt like something had been yanked out of my heart.

In her mind, this is who I was.

I could never measure up to Wylie.

Not because she favored boys over girls, but because I wasn't her daughter.

"He's the one who came to hit me. I didn't do anything to him," I said.

After hanging up, I told my senior to call the police.

Wylie felt I had gone back on my word, "You told Mom you weren't going to do anything to me."