Rollercoaster

#36 Robert W.

I know these past chapters are short, but I'm trying to prevent useless scenes being added into the chapter just for the sake of increasing the length. It's also helping me update faster lol

Chapter 36 Song

I Quit Drinking (Kelsea Ballerini, LANY)

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I didn't sleep the whole night.

Somewhere around 3 am, I couldn't handle it anymore. I was in a foreign living room, on the couch, in a house of strangers, with people I knew nothing about. My mind was telling me to be a good person and wait till the morning to see my mom but my heart was telling me to get the hell out of this place. And as people say, one should always follow their heart.

I opened the window, grabbed by backpack and squeezed myself out the little gap I managed to open. It was a dark night, with the street-lamps being the only source of light to find my path out of this house. I connected my headphones to bluetooth and let the music deafen my ears while I walked the lonely road.

I couldn't go home, that would be the first place the police would check if they ever came looking. I was being restricted to visiting hours, that was so not fair. Me, my mother's own daughter. I should even be allowed to stay with her if I wished. The doctor had said she would most probably be out for another week for sure. 

I found an abandoned house somewhere on the street and climbed the roof. I sat there for a couple of hours, resting my head behind and looking up at the sky while listening to chill music. I could have laid down like that for hours, the only thing that prevented me from becoming Rip Van Winkle with his eyes open, was the sunrise. After realising how stupid this whole 'running away' idea was, I walked back to the foster home. I really was a premium klutz.

The next day, I obediently sat outside until visiting hours, where I went and sat next to her for a couple of hours. When the doctor came in, he told me they had gone through her old documents which the police had given them permission to search for in our house. He told me they had found a sheet with a contact of a friend with his address which was apparently written under the text 'contact in case of need of a place to stay in case of emergencies'. So the doctors had decided that since I  was so against the whole 'foster home' thing, I would be allowed to stay with him.

I had no idea who this man was. But if my mom trusted him, I was willing to try it.

After the hospital had closed to visitors, I took the sheet with the address and rode my motorcycle to reach the destination.

I stood in front of a huge mansion. 

It looked oddly familiar. With a huge fountain in the centre and two cars parked around it, this house had a huge door with definitely a minimum of three floors. There was grass surrounding the track around the fountain.

I walked towards the door and knocked. That's when it came back to me. This was Courtney's house. The last time I was here, it was dark and unrecognisable. Did my mother know Courtney's dad? How were they so rich and us so... poor?

At this moment, I wanted to run away, instantly regretting knocking on the door. It was too late for that. The door opened and there stood a tall blonde woman with a smile. "Can I help you?"

"I'm actually looking for Mr. Robert W."

Her smile faltered and the seemed to be a little... mad?

"Who are you? How do you know Robert?"

"I- I'm not sure. My mother is in the hospital and according to documents, she would've wanted me to stay here with a friend who was Mr. Robert. I hope you can help me."