Parents

Throwing the clothes into the case, I grab the shoes.

"I'm back!" I hear Bex and watch her walk in. "Why are you packing!" She moves and pulls the shoes out of my hand.

"Did you have fun?" I smile at her.

"Great, amazing. My parents were annoyingly frustrating, like my brother. Now, why are you packing?" She glares at me.

"I figured I would go to see my parents." She moves, and I dodge the shoe she throws at me.

"No!"

I laugh and pick the shoe up. "Bex, I'm coming back." She relaxes slightly.

"Okay, good. That doesn't mean you should go, though. You owe them nothing."

She's right. "I know I owe them nothing; things need sorting, though. In-person, not over the phone." At least this way, I know I tried.

"Well...I'm coming."

Standing, I hug Bex. "Thank you for the support, but no. If I go with anyone, I will use them as a shield. Depending on how it goes, I might be back tonight."

"You realise running won't help?" I look at Ivy as she stands by the door.

"I'm not running." Running would