All For Love (Urban Fiction) Part 5

Chalter 38 Kaidyn

Erica
I had to have been pacing in circles for at least 15 minutes until the hotel phone  interrupted my trance.

Normally Kacy and I would do our routine check-in calls on Tuesdays at 3 p.m. but this was the third Tuesday in a row that I hadn't heard from Kacy.

"Hello?" I paused, holding the phone receiver closely to my ear in anticipation. When no one answered, I blew a huge sigh and hung up the phone. I was a fucking nervous wreck, and paranoid about where she had been.

Instantly, I regretted ever allowing her to convince me to work with the damn detective, Rachael Donavan. I was perfectly fine with co-parenting with Marcus and Chantel, I only wanted a little more time, that's all. But then my ego got the best of me, I wanted to be in control of the custody like I had always been before the drugs. Kacy was just too hellbent on getting revenge for her brother Ron's death, and was sure Marcus was responsible.

The fucking bitch of a detective even threatened me to either cooperate or lose Casey permanently when she revealed to the judge that I had a substance abuse problem. What kind of crooked cop shit was she on?

Drugs had a huge part to play in my downfall, but after the murder of my boyfriend Jeremy, I just couldn't cope. He was the father I needed for Casey, he was there to pick me up when things were falling apart, and I finally felt like I was getting my own happily ever after.

So, losing him made me feel lonelier than I felt before I met him. His family didn't even allow me to attend his funeral and I still didn't know where he was buried. I always felt like Marcus had something to do with it, he just couldn't stand to see me happy with someone else. He wanted control of everything.

I quickly dialed the detective's number, but my call was forwarded to voicemail.

As I sat on the bed, in the witness protection hotel, the lamp constantly flickered, gnawing at my anxiety. I nervously glanced at the clock on the wall, hoping the hands would move faster. I had been waiting the entire morning for a call back from detective, hoping for any news, any sign that Kacy was safe.

But as the minutes turned into hours, the phone remained silent, mocking me with its silence. Doubt crept into my mind, and my heart sank with each passing moment. What if something had gone wrong? What if they had found her? Fear gripped me, making it hard to breathe.

In a moment of desperation, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small baggie. I hesitated for a moment, knowing that this was what caused me to end up in this exact state. But in that moment, the need for escape outweighed any other thoughts.

I quickly prepped a line of cocaine on the mirrored surface of the hotel room table. The white powder shimmered under the dim light, tempting me with its glow. With trembling hands, I brought the rolled-up bill to my nose and inhaled deeply, feeling an immediate rush of euphoria coursing through my veins.

The drug numbed my senses and dulled the worry of Kacy for a moment. But then, it gave me a false sense of courage. Suddenly, I felt the urge to find my friend. I had to make sure she was safe myself, I couldn't stay cooped away while she was possibly in danger.

Without a second thought, I grabbed my purse and headed out into the day.

The streets leading up to the entrance of her apartment were filled with loose trash, the sounds of sirens, and distant voices surrounding me.

The apartment complex loomed ahead, with nosey neighbors examining the Uber that dropped me off.

With each step, my heart pounded in my chest. I knew the risks, the danger that I could end up in but in that moment, fueled by the cocaine coursing through my veins, I pushed aside my fear to find my friend.