Chapter 46
Three days later, I'm still in my room. I didn't attend classes. Maeve has been awfully quiet and I know it's because of me. She only comes in late and leave early in the morning, she doesn't even bother looking at me.
I sigh and sit up right on my bed, facing her.
"If you're not going to talk to me, well, fine... But I won't just sit here pretending that everything is okay, when it's not. Look, Maeve, I'm sorry for cutting you guys off like that. That was stupid. I mean, I didn't even realize what I was doing until Roxy blew everything right in front of my face. I messed up big time and I just want to say I'm sorry. From the bottom of my heart, I really am. Just say something, please... "
She sits up right on her bed and faces me, right after she puts her phone on the bed.
"I'm glad you realized what you did wasn't a good thing. Honestly, you didn't hurt me that much. You should actually be apologizing to Roxy, she's the one you hurt the most. Try calling her, maybe?" Maeve says and picks her phone and begins scrolling.
I blink rapidly and grab my phone from the nightstand, swiftly dialing her number and it goes straight to her voice mail.
"Leave a fucking message after the tone," Roxy's voice fills my ear.
Beep!
Leaving a message won't help. I need to talk to her and see her reaction there and then. I must see her. So I dial Scott's number and he picks up after the fourth ring.
"Scott, thank God you answered. I'm really sorry for everything. I really am, I just want to know, is Roxy with you?" I question.
"No. She's been missing-" he clears his throat noisily and I realize I must have woken him up.
"What? How?" my eyes bulge and my heart thumps twice as fast.
"After we left the prison, my dad organized for a quick burial at the cemetery and then she said she was going for a walk later, she never came back, Kyrah, she never did. We've tried calling her and it goes to her voice mail. Vic is worried sick, we all are."
Oh my God. This happened because I wasn't there. If only I had been there for her she wouldn't have disappeared. I can feel my eyes getting watery and I blink the tears away. I wasn't even there for the burial of her mother.
Guilt washes over me and I feel like I am choking.
"I have to find her!" I say.
"We've tried, no luck. Kyrah?" he coos.
"Yes, Scott?"
"Just be careful, okay?" he says.
"I will and I wanna say that I am really sorry for the way I've been acting lately." My eyes move to his bracelet which is still in my small trash can where Blake threw it a few days ago. "I am really, really sorry. Friends again?"
He sighs and takes seconds to reply
"You there?" I ask.
"Yeah. Apology accepted, but we better find Roxy first, okay?"
"Alright. Bye." and he hangs up immediately.
I explain to Maeve everything after I shower and dress. In the shower I was busy calculating Roxy's whereabouts and an idea hit me. I might know where she is.
Before I leave, I pick Scott's bracelet and wear it. The moment I step outside I bump into Blake, my face slamming onto his hard chest.
"Kyrah," he says.
"Blake, what's up?" I manage to speak.
His eyes are sharply focused on mine. What's he doing here this early?
"We have to talk," he responds and I press my fingers against my temples.
"Not right now, okay? Roxy is missing and I have to go look for her. It's an emergency," I say.
"I'm coming with-"
"No, it's very far where I am going. You don't have to come with me," I stop him.
"You know me, Kyrah, I won't let you go alone. I care about your safety."
I shrug.
"I know, but if she sees you, nothing good will come out of her mouth. Please stay. I'll call you later." Then I kiss his lips gently and dash down the stairs to the parking lot.
As I drive, my mind is clogged by so many things that I almost miss a stop sign.
"Concentrate, Kyrah. Just breathe," I whisper to myself.
Roxy is one person who can do crazy stuff to herself when facing a hard time. One day, she locked herself in her room for an entire week. No food, no water, because a girl had called her bad names in school. I hope she hasn't done anything stupid. We've had one too many talks about harming oneself and she promised me not to do that ever again.
God! I hope she kept her promise.
My fingers are crossed.
She used to tell me stories of a place she called 'The Street of the Damned'. I never actually believed it existed, and I am going to find out. She used to tell me how people around there have major life problems and live together consoling each other. She found peace when she went there, and that her problems faded when she went there.
She had once given me unclear directions to the place and today, I am struggling to remember them. Hoping to find her.
I don't even know if she's there or not.
As I take a sharp corner into a street, I notice that it feels lifeless. Colors of buildings are faded and gloomy, very dull. Old shops with broken windows and abandoned cars are all I see. Dusty doors and pavements all over.
Does anyone live here?
I take a left turn slowly, observing the quiet deserted area. Right up ahead I can see old trailer houses. Very many of them.
"This must be it. The street of the damned," I tell myself nervously.
I feel like someone's watching me but each time I look around and behind, no one can be seen. So I keep driving. I choose to stop right next to an old, rusty tractor that seems not to have moved for the last five years or more. I lower my window and grab my bag to look for my phone when I hear a click.
Lifting my head, I spot a long pistol grip shotgun staring back at me. My car is surrounded by people in rugged, old clothes. Their mouths are covered with scarves but I can see their faces. All them have guns! From revolvers, M16's and sniper rifles.
Christ! What is this place?
My heart is pounding and I am sweating profusely. Why didn't I even think of toning down. My car is too classy for this place.
A man's croaky voice startles me.
"Fresh meat," he growls and the rest of the gang laughs.
What have I gotten myself into?
My breathing is unsteady and the last thing I want to happen to me is fainting.
"Out of the car!" he orders huskily and I step out shaking like a leaf, with my hands up.
Just when I thought things couldn't get worse. A car pulls over and all the men point their guns at it.
"Blake!" I yell.
He followed me. Damn it! Now we're both in trouble.
He steps out of the car, startled and the fully armed men surround him. I have no idea what's happening or what's going to happen because Roxy never said anything about this. One of the men sticks his revolver onto Blake's temple and another on his chest.
"Don't hurt him, he's with me," I scream.
"Shut up!" A man orders, I can't tell who has spoken since their mouths are covered.
"Kyrah, are you okay?" Blake tries to move forward and a shotgun is harshly shoved into his stomach and he groans.
"If you don't shut that hole in your face, I'll have to shut you up myself!" the guy next to him threatens.
"Oh, God," I am trembling and trying to remember any useful information Roxy might have given me about the street of the damned, but my mind is blank.
Shit! We're fucked.
A man with a heavily built body stands in front of me and clears his throat.
"This is the street of the damned and you're not welcome here. Who sent you?" he bellows.
Right now I want the ground to open up and swallow me alive.
There's a code, but I can't recall what it actually was. What the hell was the code, darn it!
I try hard to recall. Nothing!
Shit!
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