#Chapter212
Houston, we have a huge problem
Maggie
Did you ever wake up with a sense of dread? Today was that day for me, and I didn’t even know why. Things were terrific between Nash and me. Everything had calmed down between everyone. So, why did I have knots in my stomach?
I laid there deep in thought when Nash’s phone rang. I crawled over, and Nate’s name flashed on the screen. I answered it. /"Hey, Nate./"
Hey, Maggie. Is Nash there?
/"Yeah, hold on./" I lowered the phone and shook Nash.
/"Hm./"
/"It’s your dad./" I shoved his phone at him.
He took it and put it to his ear. /"Hello?/"
I’m not sure what Nate said, but Nash shot up.
/"Are you fucking kidding me? No, I won’t watch my God damn language! I’ve had enough of that damn family!/" Then Nash whipped his phone against the wall and broke it. He stormed out of the bedroom and pounded on his brothers’ doors.
/"What the hell, Nash?/" Nixon asked.
