Chapter 155
Scott's POV
After picking my dad up at the airport, we went to have breakfast and lunch together. Something we usually do every time he arrives. It's been a while since we saw each other, although we do call each other from time to time. I had missed my old man and from the looks of things, he sure missed me too. We talked over coffee and fresh waffles during breakfast and had pizza for lunch later on, as he explained everything that's been going on and when we were done, as usual he wanted to pay the bill but this time round, I offered to pay for our meals. When we leave, it's close to 3pm.
Right now we're on our way back home and he can't stop talking about my overgrown hair. Well, it's not that long but he's mostly used to people with buzz cuts back at work.
"I left for a few months and when I come back, your hair is like Rapunzel's," he jokes and I laugh.
"It's not even that long, dad. You know I like it that way," I say.
"Fine, but just a little trim would do," he says looking at me.
"Yes sir," I say and then he clears his throat.
"Your... mother called," he says and keeps his eyes on me, waiting for my reaction. I tighten my grip on the steering wheel and release a heavy sigh. One that signifies how I feel whenever my mom is mentioned. I haven't seen her since I was a child and the memories we shared began fading away so many years ago. I sigh again and clench my jaw, barely looking at my dad.
"What did she want?" I ask, as I take a left turn and right ahead, at a junction, the traffic light is blinking red, so I stop and turn to my dad.
"Alot... I never expected her to call me. She stopped doing so years ago and just as I was in the middle of training my new recruits, which you know I take very seriously, she called me," he pauses.
"Then what?" I ask and continue driving when the green light blinks.
"She said that she's sorry and that she wants to talk to you... Do you... want to talk to her?" he furrows his brows. I don't like this conversation at all.
"I don't know... What will I say to her? We're like total strangers, she doesn't know what I like and I don't know what she likes, the conversation would probably be the most awkward one in history!" I shake my head. Thank God we are nearing the house.
"She's still your mother," he says while looking at me.
"But she still left us. We both have things under control, we always have even without her," I say as I park the car.
"I understand," dad says and steps out of the car.
"Get my bags, will yah?" he asks, he rarely asks me to do that, it's something I always do when he arrives. Or maybe he thinks I'm mad about the conversation we just had.
"Just so you know, I'm not mad. Talking about her just drains the life out of me, that's all. I'll take your bags, just go inside," I tell him ans he nods.
"Alright, son," he says and walks straight into the house. I press my forehead against the steering wheel and I close my eyes. What could my mother want that she decided to call after so many years? More than ten years actually. Dad and I were doing just fine, having a good time during breakfast and lunch, with me laughing at his bad jokes and so much more until he mentioned her.
I sigh and pull my car keys out of the ignition and step out to get dad's stuff from the trunk and then something unusual catches my eyes and I turn to see Kyrah's car completely damaged.
"What the–"
Windows have been broken and it seems like someone was smashing it. My heart stops beating for a second and all that comes to my mind is Blake hurting Kyrah. Immediately I leave dad's stuff in the trunk and run as fast as I can, not bothering to ring the bell, so I roughly push the door open shouting her name.
"Kyrah! Are you home?" no one answers.
"Kyrah!" I call out as I enter the living room.
"Jeez, stop shouting. You're too loud," Roxy speaks from somewhere and I look around and spot her lying on a couch. "She's right here, calm down Mufasa," she says slowly. I turn to look at where Roxy is pointing and Kyrah is lying on the carpet and I notice a couple of bottles are on the table.
"Shit, are you guys drunk?" I ask Roxy with my eyes wide open.
"So what if we're drunk? Can't girls have a little fun while the boys are away?" she says, her speech so slow that it's becoming annoying. "She's the one who came up with the idea of getting day drunk."
"What happened to her car?" I ask.
"Oh, oopsie!" Roxy laughs. "That was my idea, but Kyrah did it all alone. She was trying to release her inner beast you know... Are you mad?" she asks.
"No. I'm actually proud of her," I chuckle and shove my hands into my pockets.
"My head hurts." I hear Kyrah whining on the floor and I squat next to her and brush her hair off her face.
"Kyrah," I whisper and she looks at me, confusion clear on her face.
"Am I dead?" she asks and then lies back on the carpet.
"Kyrah, wake up." I shake her shoulder lightly but she doesn't respond and then Roxy starts laughing.
"Guess she just died," she says.
"I will never understand why you have a dark sense of humor," I say as I pick Kyrah up.
"Alright, alright... I see... Let me assume you'll carry her to her room and stare at her, fine, but who's gonna carry me?" Roxy asks and I laugh as I head upstairs, I place Kyrah on her bed and head back downstairs. I pick Roxy up from the couch and she squeaks out of surprise.
"What the... I swear you're like a skyscraper... the floor seems to be fifty feet down..." her voice trails off. She's already seeing things and I can tell she'll black out any moment. "Are you seriously going to carry me upstairs?" she asks, her eyes half shut.
"Yes. While Kye is away, I'm responsible for your safety. He always tells me to take care of you, and that's what I am doing," I say as I walk upstairs.
"Kye... I miss Kye. My Kye..." she says and her eyes finally shut. Guess now I have so many people to take care of. My dad, Roxy and Kyrah.
I wonder where Vic is.
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