Dear Cheyanne

The Call

black plaid pajama pants. My hair was in a low ponytail over my shoulder. My dreams were in fact peaceful. Who knew sleep could be so exquisite. I needed this sleep, considering I had school tomorrow. The weekend went by so fast after all the news from Friday.

But I started feeling my bed vibrate. I slowly opened my eyes but did not acknowledge the buzzing from my phone that was going off. It was probably a scam call. I was too tired and comfy to even answer. After my phone stopped buzzing, I quickly fell back asleep.

But then I felt the vibration again. I got a bit aggravated from the disruption. I rolled over to see the call ended again. As my eyes adjusted, I saw I had 3 missed calls from Vada and 5 text messages.

Emma, are you awake?

Emma please respond.

Call 911

I need help.

EMMA PLEASE!!!!!

My eyes focused more as I shot up in my bed. My instant reaction was to call her back. The last time I had a text or call like this was when Cheyanne got into her accident. It brought back a lot of trauma and PTSD. I quickly dialed Vada's number with shaky hands. Putting the phone up to my ear, it only rang once.

I could hear someone's shaky breath through the other line.

"Emma?" Vada's voice shot through the phone a bit harshly.

"Yes Vada? It is late, what is it?" I did sound a bit rude to her. But it was 1 in the morning, and she was blowing my phone. I could not even wrap my head into consciousness before she started yelling.

"Emma, I need you to call my parents. Ezra and I got into a fight that turned violent and physical. There was so much blood and I--I am at the hospital and I just I NEED YOU HERE EMMA PLEASE COME!"

I quickly jumped up without changing my clothes and ran into my mom's room. This time, I decided to tell her to take me. I hung up right away as I got into her room. I woke her and told her everything. As we ran into the car, mom got in contact with her parents who on the other line sounded foolish. My mom drove fast. She saw Vada as another daughter like she did with Cheyanne. I was baffled at the situation, but also enraged with this issue.

I knew Ezra wasn't a good man. I learned from Vada's looks today when we had lunch the other day. I was nervous to see what I walked into the hospital too.

"Her parents are already there." Mom's voice chimed into the mix of my thoughts. I looked over at her and nodded, sighing in frustration.

"I told her to get out of it." I grumbled loud enough for my mom to hear.

"What is it?" She asked me.

"She's been seeing this guy who abuses her, and I saw it when we went to lunch. I tried to tell her that this is not healthy but, 'I knew nothing, and I needed to stay out of it'." I explained to my mom, who had disappointed eyes for Vada. I had the same look in my eyes.

"Why would she put herself in that?" My mom asked. My response was a scoff, shaking my head in my hands.

When we arrived at the hospital, we found Vada quickly. Her parents were yelling at her about these issues.

"This is the exact reason why you aren't allowed back home." I heard her mom yell as she stormed out of the room past me. I didn't even acknowledge the bitter woman. My mom was the person to stop her parents.

"Mr. and Mrs. Graham. What is going on? Emma got a call from Vada saying that she got into a fight with her boyfriend." My mom asked attentively, I stood next to mom as she asked questions. Vada's dad scoffed with a moody expression.