You have to meet me
RENEE'S POV
As much as I desperately tried to think positive, I could not stop thinking of the horrible possibility about my mother. I relived the scene of the house over and over again in my head. Each and every time, I had to push back raging emotions.
I picked up my cellphone. Searching through my recent outgoing calls, I dialed my mother's cell phone number. It rung for a few seconds before her voice echoed, repeating the vivid message I had heard numerous times.
'Hey, this is Renee; sorry I missed your call. Leave your name and number and I will be sure to return your call. Bye.'
I disconnected the phone. I began to cry again as I looked down at my outgoing call log. I scrolled down, watching my mother's name with a pink heart emoji appear over and over again.
Did I think calling her phone for the 100th time would work? I believed that maybe, just maybe, I would hear her pick up the phone and say 'yes Renee?' I clicked on her name again. Before I could push the call button, my bedroom door creaked open. I did not care who walked in however I had a hunch of who it could be.
"What is going on?" I asked, keeping my head low and hidden.
"I have Bane and Renee tracking and the others searching as well." His voice was low and deep. Не desperately tried to sound confident that we would find her but he has been sounding like that for over two weeks now.
I felt the bed cave beside me before an arm latched around my waist. I leaned into him, resting my head against his broad shoulder.
Where is she? We knew this had something to do with vampires but whom? Where did they take her? Why? Is she still...! I did not want to think of such possibilities but I knew it was a chance.
"We will find her." He sounded confident.
For some reason, I would see myself growing angry, fuming with hostility every time he said that to me.
As many times as I wanted to lash out and scream, I decided to contain my anger. I knew he was doing all he could to find my mother and I loved him for that.
I looked out of the window. The large moon stood outside of our open aperture. I began to loathe the moon. I swear it only reminded me of another sleepless night I had to prepare for.
"I'm tired." I lied.
Standing up, he pulled the comforter back, allowing me to slip in before he placed the large plush comforter over my weak frame. I turned away from him, hiding my redden face that was preparing for the tears. He slid in behind me and wrapped his arms around my thinning waist.
Finding comfort in his hold, I pressed my body against his and began to shed the tears I had struggled to keep contained throughout the day.
I struggled to open my heavy eyes lids. They were low and swollen, puffy from all of the tears I have shed.
Morning had arrived and it felt as though I was preparing for another awful day. Reaching over to the bed side nightstand, I picked up my cell phone and unlocked it.
Nothing. I laid back and stared up at the white high ceiling.
I mentally cursed myself, blaming myself for the life I secretly introduced to my mother without her acknowledgement.
I felt awful. I felt useless. I felt like the only thing I could do was sit here and cry and panic until Jason find her. I hate it!
Lightly knocking on the door, Jess walked in after I yelled for her to enter. She closed the door with ease before she dragged herself over to me, taking a seat at the end of my bed.
"Hey?"
"Hey?" It was hard to give a genuine smile with such hurt coursing through me.
I brought my knees up to my chest, leaning my chin against my knees as I cringed through the silence. She crawled across the bed and lay beside me. "I don't know what to do." My eyes began to water as I held back the desperate need to release my inner emotions. Jess leaned against my arm as water began to stain my cheeks.
"Princess?"
I pulled the comforter over me, rolling over to block the sun from my face and ignore Jason's desperate attempts to get my attention.
"Princess?" My muffled moans yelled from under the blankets, urging him to leave me alone. I was still so exhausted.
"Renee." He yanked the comforter back, my face burning from the scorching sun rays that beamed into the window. The sun could have fooled anyone. Fall was quickly approaching, but the sun would have never told you that until you stepped outside.
"What?" "Get up and get dressed."
"No." I did not want to get up. I did not want to get dressed. I did not want to hear, see, know about anything if it did not pertain to my mother and her where bouts.
I began to feel sick again with pain. I curled into a ball, hiding my face from the light and Jason. I hate this. I hate this feeling.
"I need you to get up. Now." The bed moved informing me he had stood. I heard nothing until the bathroom door creaked open then the shower faucets squeaked. Water poured from the shower head, splashing onto the tiled shower floor.
A warm hand touched me, unraveling me from my fetus position. He forced me to look at him. I could see his eyes narrow then soften when he took a good look at me.
"Go get cleaned up. Then meet me in my office."
I almost wanted to snatch away from him then lay back down but when I looked at him, I could see such concern written across his face. He was scared for me. Finding the energy to get up, I stood to my feet and dragged myself to the bathroom.
I removed my clothing and grabbed a new body sponge from the bathroom closet. I opened the glass door and stepped into the steamed filled shower. I popped open a bottle of body wash and massaged it into my sponge. I inhaled deeply as I began washing myself, my nasal passages opening fully as the steam and scent filled my nose.
I tried my best to fill my mind with empty thoughts but it was too hard. I stepped deeper into the shower. I allowed the water to rid my body of the soap and wash away the unavoidable tears that always came.
Finishing up, I cut the faucets off, dried off, and then proceeded into my bedroom. Walking over to my closet, I pulled my underwear from the small drawer. I then pulled a pair of acid washed jeans, knee high black boots and a black wool sweater. Dressing slowly, I carelessly tied my hair up into a high messy bun.
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