Chapter 42
*Roxy's POV*
When I pick the call, I place the phone on my ear and the smile on my face fades slowly as I speak to the person on the other end.
"Is this Roxy Trent?" the woman questions.
"Yes. How may I help you?" I ask.
"I am calling in from the State Women's Prison-" before she finishes her words I cut her off.
"My mother, how is she?" I utter. The last time I visited her, I was with Vic and she was glad to see him. That was two weeks ago. We had some family time together even though for a very short time. But I loved it.
"Calm down, we need you to come over immediately and see her-"
"What happened? What the fuck happened?!" I slam my fist on the coffee table, making Vic to jump on his feet. He is now staring at me with worry. He knows that whoever is on the other line has bad news. Scott is up on his feet and the two of them move closer to me.
"Ma'am, just calm down and get over here as quick as you can, your mother is quite unwell and-"
I hang up and shove the phone into the pockets of my black jeans. I am panting like I just ran a thousand miles.
"Roxy, what happened to mom?" Vic is trying to look at me but I am avoiding eye contact and pacing left to right, panicking. Trying to fight back the tears that are threatening to fall.
"What happened!?" he grabs my shoulders and shakes the hell out of me until I find my words.
"I don't fucking know!" I snap and he moves two steps back, blinking rapidly.
"I'm sorry, I snapped. That woman said mom isn't doing so well and that I should get there as fast as possible. Scott I-"
"Yes, I'll take you, right away," he says, and heads to his room to grab his keys and when he comes back he nearly knocks his father down the stairs.
"Son, why the hurry?" his dad asks.
"It's an emergency, dad," he says grabbing his grey hoodie and wearing it.
"Well don't leave me here, I'll come with you. I know I can be of help somehow," Mr. Stone says with a straight face.
Scott shrugs and the four of us fall into step and leave as quick as possible.
Five minutes later, I dial Kyrah's number. "It's ringing," I inform Vic. Well, the thing is, it rings and rings and rings and she doesn't answer. It's always been like that lately. She's always with that Blake. A call from that familiar number from the prison makes me jump and drop the phone on the floor of the car. Scott is overspeeding and I can't help but complain.
"Slow down, you're gonna get us killed." Then he slows a little.
"Hello," I press the phone on my ear, the level of anxiety in me shooting to a hundred.
"Miss Trent, how far are you?" the woman inquires.
"I don't know, but I'll be there soonest. I am on my way," I say.
"She needs to speak to you." Then my mother's voice takes over. She sounds weak, and she's struggling to speak. A tear falls down my cheek when she says my name.
"Roxy, darling. Where are you?" she asks weakly.
God! She sounds very awful and that makes me want to cry already.
"Mom, we're on our way, hang in there," I say, a sob escaping me.
"Vic?" she asks.
"He's with me, mom I-" and my phone dies. Just like that, I haven't finished talking to my ailing mother and my bloody, fucking phone decides to die? This is not a good sign.
"Fuck!" I slam my fists on the drivers back seat, Scott doesn't move. His father is wearing a serious look just like his son. He has no idea of the whole story but he'll find out.
"Gimme your phone," I tell Scott and he hands me his phone and I try dialing Kyrah again. Vic is beside me, looking like a broken and wounded child who is trying to hide his pain, trying to be a man, but I can see right through him.
Kyrah doesn't pick up and I try again six times. Six, bloody-fucking times! Not a single reply, even a text. She's always been my refuge but now, all hope is gone. I guess it's just me, myself and I.
Random thoughts start piling up in my brain. So many questions. What happened to my mother? Is she going to be okay? Where is Kyrah? Why isn't she picking my calls? What is happening right now? What did I ever do to deserve such a trashy life?
"Hush! Take it easy, sis," Vic tries to console me by letting me lay my head on his shoulder. I want to curse at my aunt Olivia. If only she hadn't messed up my parent's marriage, then I'd be living a better life, but then she had to be the fucking slut that she is and seduced my dad. The fucking audacity!
"Fuck you Olivia," I whisper, sobbing quietly and Scott's dad clears his throat as Scott increases the speed.
Right now I don't care if we die on this highway, all I want is to get to my precious mother.
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