Chapter 153
"Wait, before you go. I made a friend, she's a mother of two and her husband just left her that's why she err... was caught drunk-driving and uhm... she's in there and her family doesn't have the money to bail her out. I just... thought..." I look at my feet wondering how I'm supposed to explain this to Claire. I mean, I really enjoyed Kenzie's company last night, she talked about her kids all night long and I thought of how Vic and I lived without our mother close by. I wouldn't want that for those kids. Claire raises a brow and I purse my lips.
"I was hoping you could... help, maybe," I say.
"What's her name?" Claire asks.
"Kenzie. That's all I know, she's in the cell I was in. Short brunette, has a southern accent." I say as I bite my lower lip. Claire walks back to the cells and a few minutes later, she walks back out with Kenzie who runs to me and embraces me into a warm hug. They find us waiting outside.
"Thank you so much Roxy. You're an angel. I promise I won't ever drink and drive again!" Kenzie says, tears trickling down her face, and she turns to Kyrah and Claire, "Thank you all."
"Here." I fish a couple of bucks from my pocket and hand them to her. "Get your little kids a nice meal, and maybe take a bus home," I say and Kenzie smiles and nods. I know how it feels when you don't have money at all and her story touched me.
"Thank you again. Sheriff Mendoza, I appreciate what you've done," she says.
"It's all Roxy's doing," Claire says and Kenzie walks away smiling.
"Aw! Roxy, you're such a good person. I just love you," Kyrah hugs me.
"Roxy is just like her mom. Anyway, I have to leave now," she takes out a business card from her pocket and hands it to Vic. "Never hesitate to call me. No matter what," she says when we reach the entrance. I hug her and she goes back to her office and we go to the parking lot to look for my car.
"Wait, how'd you get here?" Vic asks when he notices Kyrah's car isn't in the parking lot.
"Uber. I wasn't going to drive that thing Blake got me... Wait, can I drive your car? Please?" she asks, "I really, really need to focus on other stuff and not my recent breakup," she says and I toss her the keys.
***
Shortly, we arrive at Kyrah's place.
"My goodness! You guys had me in shock and then you told me you knew the sheriff? Total mind blower," she says, descending onto the couch. Vic gets a call from Wren.
"Guys, I've got to go, but I'll take a shower first at Scott's. See you later." He leaves.
Silence.
"What exactly were both of you up to, huh? And don't try to change the subject," Kyrah demands an answer.
"We paid the Dawson's a little visit–" I say.
"Say what now? And what happened?" her eyes are so wide right now.
"Err... I broke a couple of their large windows and shit. Vic smashed Jules into one of their car's windows and– Oh my fucking– you should have seen the look on their faces. Girl, they were beyond terrified. And the feeling of the adrenaline rushing through me as I smashed the windows was epic! I have never felt so alive. Can you imagine..." I'm rambling.
"Roxy," Kyrah calls out.
"... that fucking dickhead had the audacity to call the cops on us. Oh, you should have seen how damaged his face looks, purple and shit. The guy came out wearing flip-flops, can you imagine that and then he–"
"Roxy!! Slow down!" Kyrah holds me by my shoulders and then I realize that the excitement had me talking too fast.
"You broke their windows? Vic broke their car's windows with who now? Who the hell is Jules and why didn't you tell me where you were going?"
"Yes, we broke their windows and yes Vic did what I just said and Jules is our childhood baseball bat and no, we couldn't tell you because you would stop us. Actually, Vic didn't even know what I was up to until we got to the Dawson house." I take a deep breath. "So yeah, I kept my promise. Told you he would pay for what he did to you." I smile and she pinches the bridge of her nose and shakes her head.
"Both of you are crazy," she says.
"That's what Mrs. McElroy said last night," I say and shrug.
"Who's that?"
"Never mind, you don't even know her. The good thing is that we're out of jail," I say and she agrees. "So, now that we are alone, what do you wanna do? Since, I told dad that I felt a little under the weather and I couldn't make it to Wolf Street. And no, he doesn't know we got arrested, so don't you ever mention this to anyone," I warn her.
"Not even Scott?" she asks.
"Maybe you can tell him but him alone," I add.
"Alright... You know what I want to do right now?" I raise an eyebrow. "I want to get day drunk and sing along to songs and get the words wrong." She turns to me with a grin on her face.
"I know the fastest delivery guy, I'll call him," I say as I take out my phone and make an order for a couple of bottles of alcohol.
Twenty minutes later, our drinks have arrived and we don't hesitate to down them. An hour or two later, I can't even tell how long it's been since we started drinking. Kyrah has had more to drink than I have.
"Roxy!" she gasps. "Let's sing along to some music. How about Michael Bolton? I think my dad has his album somewhere in his flash drive."
"Speaking of flash drives, I have–" next thing I know she's already blasting music and she shouts.
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