I Think I'm in Trouble {Reimagined}

XCIV.

Waking up from a nap after everything, Shannon opened her eyes and easily rolled over to turn the light on by the bed.

Damon kind of shifted uncomfortably and he looked over, squinting at the light. 

"What are you doing?" he wondered.

"I'm calling my dad..."

"Are you gonna tell him?" he then asked. 

"I have to tell somebody... He's supposed to be here tomorrow evening, but he's gotta get home," she dialed his number. "I don't know what to do about my mom or Kristen but he'll know what to do. He's gonna be absolutely destroyed, but... I can't do this by myself," she shook her head. 

It was as though she'd been up for hours, pondering such things since she was so wide awake---it was like she hadn't slept on it at all, but the moment she crossed from a deep sleep to a partial sleep, she knew she had to tell somebody.

It was when her best decisions were made.

He simply opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling as he let off a sigh---resting his arm behind his head as he listened in on the dreaded call.

"Hello?" Robert answered, very blindly as he had just awoken.

"Daddy?" Shannon said softly.

"What's wrong?" Just like any parent, it was the sound of her voice that put him off immediately, and suddenly, he was awake.

It was two in the morning in New York, he knew it was serious---he wasn't daft.

"Daddy, I'm calling because I really don't know what to do..." she sighed, tears beginning to escape her as her stomach churned from nerves.

"What happened?" he wondered. "Did something happen with Damon?" 

"No, he's right here... We're fine. It's just... I'm really worried about mom and I need you to see if you can get home. It's serious."

"You're freaking me out, what's going on with your mother? Is she still drinking? Did something happen to her?"

"No..." she trembled. 

"Shannon..."

She pulled the phone away, crying as soon as she was put in the position to tell him what happened. 

"Damon, I can't..." she whispered, shaking her head.

He sighed and he sat up, taking the phone in order to do what needed to be done. 

With that, he explained everything that happened with all the details, how an officer would most likely be around the following day to let the family know what was happening.

By the end of the phone call, it was clear Robert was fighting his emotions harder than ever.

"Let me talk to Shannon," he asked, choking on his words. 

He handed the phone back to her and he rubbed her shoulder and neck, doing what he could to console her once again.

"I'm so sorry, daddy," she sighed, still trying to get in control of her crying.

"I'm gonna call the airline. I'll call you when I figure things out."

"I just didn't know what to do," she whimpered. 

"It's alright, baby, I know this is hard. I'm gonna see what I can do to get out there. Prior to this, I was gonna assume she was going through postpartum depression again, this isn't gonna help if I'm right... She's gonna need the support."

There was a shift to his tone that told the girl he meant business; she knew he'd do everything in his power.

"Dad, she knew something bad was gonna happen. She's been sick about it since I got back and then she started to binge drink like she does..." she sighed. "She had been so worried about him and it relieved her to talk to him the other day before his flight to California... To know, even after that, that she was right..." she shrugged, wiping her tears off of her face. "Nobody knows her like me and it's not lunacy, it's real. I don't even think it's postpartum depression again, I considered it too."