It takes three rings before she picks up, not even bothering to say hello.
“I’m sorry!” she shrieks into the phone, and I roll my eyes. “I didn’t mean to tell him, honest.”
I snort. “What do you mean, you didn’t mean to tell him? If you hadn’t wanted to, you wouldn’t have,” I groan.
“He saw me in town and cornered me, Catty,” she whines. “You know how he is. No one denies Simon Veron, least of all me. You know he terrifies me, babe.” That’s my Dad alright. I think I may be the only one on this planet that isn’t afraid of the man and his domineering presence.
“What do you mean, he cornered you?” I ask, my gut feeling tingly. Something doesn’t feel right.
“I mean, he saw me in town and came up to me, asking all these questions about you. It’s like he knew you were coming back.”
I narrow my eyes at the door, anger starting to swirl in my gut. Was he having me followed this whole time? Watching my every move?
“What makes you think he knew?” I ask, my voice deadly calm and she groans.
“Don’t go getting angry with me, Catty. It’s not my fault he’s psychic and scary!” she sasses down the line and I roll my eyes.
“Not angry at you, I just need to know why you think he knew.”
I hear her sigh. “He asked me if I had talked to you recently. It’s not the first time he’s seen me since you left, but it is the first time he’s chosen to speak to me. He kept asking me questions until I had to be honest and tell him you were coming home.” She swallows heavily. “I’m sorry,” she whispers and I sigh.
“It’s not your fault. I’m angry at him because this means he’s had me followed for fuck only knows how long.” I groan, grinding my teeth as I try to think of when he may have found me. He had said it took him weeks to find me.
Had I noticed anyone watching me? Not really, but I’ve always been painfully unaware of my surroundings at the best of times.
“I’m really sorry, Catty. I am. But I have to go. I promised mom I would go to this hot yoga thing with her this afternoon. Meet tomorrow?”
I sigh, flopping back on the bed.
“Let me see how I’m feeling when I wake up and we can plan from there?” She agrees before we hang up the phone, my thoughts swirling in my mind as I think about how I’m going to confront him about this.
I ran away for a damn reason. If he knew where I was, he should have contacted me instead of having me watched.
It also leaves me wondering…just how much does Dad know about the past three years of my life?