8. This Isn't Going Well Pt. 3

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10-minutes later as promised, Bubba came to collect Holden. Holden was relieved that the officer didn't forget about him and as they walked down the corridor to the booking desk he thought about the things he would say to his mother. "Okay, this is our stop", Bubba said as the officer behind the plexiglass looked at the two and gave a weak smile. "Can I make a phone call, please?", Holden asked in a meek tone. The officer nodded and passed a red phone underneath the slot as the area began to pick up again. Bubba folded his arms and watched Holden, his hands shaking as he picked the phone up and punched the numbers of his mother in. He put the phone to his ear and waited patiently for someone to pick it up. "Please answer", Holden whispered to himself as it looked unlikely his mother would answer. "Hello?", a tired-sounding woman answered. "Mom", Holden said, his tone picking up, "It's me. It's Holden". "Holden?", she answered, "What the hell have you done, boy?". Holden sucked air between his teeth; he didn't have an answer. "Do you have any idea what you have done? You have fucked everyone's life up", Peyton said, "You have ruined your life and the rest of our lives". "I know I've fucked up", Holden said, "Please I really need to see you and I need your support". Peyton laughed and sighed, "No. I will not. You are dead to me. Goodbye". The line went dead and Holden was left hanging. That wasn't what he expected and he was crippled. He now had no one. 

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