"What in hell are you doing here?" Jake shrieks as he opens the door to our house.

"I'll take that, so please make yourself at home," I said, shoving him aside as I entered and headed straight to their new couch that looked super comfortable.

"Lila, Darius is searching all over for you!" he runs his fingers through his thick dark hair.

I took my phone out and saw five missed calls and two text messages from Darius:

* Where the hell are you??*

*Lila, are you alright?!?!*

I type ...