A rather painful hit to my head woke me up, what ever had hit me seemed to then continue to vibrate against my pillow. I groaned and rolled over, feeling with my hand for the little mobile phone. I untangled it from my hair and opened my eyes slowly, squinting at the display. It was my mum.

Hello? I said my voice sounding considerably male.

I cleared my throat, surprised by the sound which came out of my lips.

Trixie honey?

Yeah mum its me.

I hope I didn’t wake you up, you sound tired.

I sat up and glanced at the clock on my bedside table. It was ten thirty and I still felt like I needed eleven more hours sleep.

Yeah Im just tired mum. I mumbled, wiping my crazy bed hair out of my face.

Im just calling to give you your fathers new address sweetie, so you can go and visit him.

Oh right, let me get a pen.

Or not, I was still adamant that I didn’t want to see him. Unfortunately there was some pen and paper right next to me and I had a sudden rush of guilt as my mum began to spell out the address letter for letter. So I wrote it down, just incase she asked me to say it back or anything. Because that wouldve been awkward!

We said our good-byes and I hung up, I knew exactly where he was staying, it wasn’t far from where I worked. I guess this artist boyfriend of his must’ve been well off because it was all studio apartments and condos on that street.

As I got out of bed I looked down at what I was wearing, someone had put me into a clean tank top and a pair of joggers. I frowned, Lizzie never bothered to undress me if I ever passed out. And she knew what I wore in bed anyway; my pjs were in a specific draw and she knew where that was. So why had someone taken off all of my clothes and dressed me in some other random ones.