Chapter 39

• Walking in, they both look at me, Marcello handing me the plate. “Okay, so it is your choice, but we would rather your parents didn't have your number; they can get it tracked. So, what if I get Henry around and he sorts it, or you call him from my phone and get him to arrange it?” He looks at me.
• “Fine with me, I am happy for them not to get my number.” I am; it will keep me safer, although I think with what happened last night, they will realise and stop. It has gone past the point of scaring me and making me change, to actually scarring me for life.
• “Here, give him a call; we will go through there.” I nod, taking Marcello's phone and watching as they walk out. Hitting the number, it rings.