The Last CallChapter 4
I couldn't believe how fast the summer was flying by. Maybe it just seemed that way because I was always so busy. I worked six days a week at the boutique and my nights were filled with either being with Bobby, my sister, Donna, or my mom. I was trying to spend as much time with my mother as possible now. She really needed to be with someone who wasn't calling her a slut all the time; she was going to miss me badly when I went back to school. After the talk we had at the apartment, most...