Goodbye Graceful (Ronnie Radke love story, 3rd book in The Drug In Me series )

50. Pick Up the Phone

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*Ryker*

"Hello?" I asked, heart hammering in my chest.

"Is this Ryker?" A voice asked, the deep trembling in the voice suggesting that it was a young man.

"Whos Ryker?" I said, hoping they'd hang up. Why was a young man calling me? Is it a drug dealer I butted heads with? Is it a minion of His? Diablo's pawn?

"Oh, it's not, Mr. Willows said, nevermind. Sorry, good-" the voice said, and I bit my lip, weighing my options. He knew Mr. Willows...

"You know Mr. Willows? I-um, who is this?" I asked quickly, hoping to Death that they hadn't hung up already.

"My name is August. My twin-my sister is Ryker, I was just looking for her, sorry again-" the man said.

Stupid, it was obviously me.

"A-August? Is that really you?" I said, shocked.

August. My twin brother, reaching out to me after all this time? What did he want? Money? A place to stay? To tell me I was a lying bitch, a whore who asked for it? Was he like Kari?

"Yeah...who is this?" August said.

Well he doesn't catch on quick, holy fuck.

"It's Ryker. I just - I didn't know who you were so I didn't want to say it was me" I explained.

"Oh, um, Ryker, hi" he said, and I smiled at the familiar awkwardness. He never was never one for phone calls, just like me.

"Hi" I replied back, and there was a silence between us.

I squeezed past everyone and sat in the kitchen, just listening to August's breathing coming through the phone.

"So - how are you?" He asked, and I sighed.

Small talk was hard.

"I'm, um, I don't know, better I guess" I said, and I could practically hear his nod.

"How do you know Mr. Willows?" I asked, and I heard a relieved sigh. Small talk was never a strong suit for either of us.

"Um, mom told me. I mean, mom was notified when you got arrested, and went to rehab" he said, and I felt irritation and hurt rising.

He hadn't come to see me. I could've gone to jail for the rest of my life and he wouldn't have ever seen me.

Let's hope he didn't know about it until now.

"I'm sorry I didn't come, I, uh. Yeah" he said, and I exhaled in irritation.

"Why didn't you?" I asked.

I clung to the hope that maybe he was out of town or something of that sort. Maybe across the world or something. Kidnapped. Trapped. Locked in a burning building for months. I don't know. Something to make up for not seeing me. Not even bothering to call.