Fury: Goodnight, princess.
Me: Night xx
Fury: Fuck, sorry it’s so late. Been a long night.
Me: Don’t worry about me. It’s only just past one.
Fury: How was your day?
Me: Ugh. My boss is being a bitch. Holly is on her fucking period. Mum is on a rampage. Maybe she’ll kill King. That would brighten my day.
Fury: Your shrink needs to talk you into fixing your shit with him.
Me: My shrink needs to just keep being chill about King. She says shit will be fixed when it’s ready to be fixed.
Fury: Fuck.
Me: How’s your leg? Is it healing okay?
Fury: Don’t worry about my leg. It’s good.
Me: I worry about every part of you. That’s my job since it’s the only thing I CAN do.
Fury: Go to sleep. It’s late.
Me: Night, baby. xx
Me: I’ve decided it’s time to see King.
Fury: When?
Me: Tomorrow.
Fury: Good.
Me: Seriously, all you’ve got is good? I need to teach you how to use emojis.
Fury: Christ, no.
Me: You’re showing your age, old man.
Fury: I’m showing how little patience I have for that kind of shit.
Me: You just wait till Noah’s a teen. You’ll have to learn a whole new language.
Fury: Let me know once you talk to King.
Me: Will do. Sleep well. xx
“Zara,” Mum says as I enter her kitchen early Friday morning, surprise in her eyes. “You’re here early.”
Robbie wanders into the kitchen, his face blank in the way only a sixteen-year-old’s can be. “Hey,” he grunts, before pulling the fridge door open and searching for breakfast food.
“Hey,” I return his greeting before turning back to Mum. “I’m here to see King.”
Her eyes go from surprised to wary. “I’m not sure today is the best day for that.”
She’s been like Fury the last two weeks, desperate for me to talk with King, so I’m unsure why she’s changed her mind. “Why not?”