All The Odds

Forty-six

This chapter entails self harm in the last page. I'm going to use ** to indicate where it starts so PLEASE stop reading there if you have to.

Bella parked her car behind the police vehicle that was already in her driveway when she got home, she saw an officer and a hipster kind of girl talking at her door but they were now looking at her car, with the girl pointing it out to the officer.

Bella groan tiredly and dropped her forehead to rest on the steering wheel, she could only think of Dr. Rhea's threat about having her committed and under surveillance before she did something stupid. Looks like that overbearing doctor wasn't kidding around.

She looked up again to see both the officer and the girl making their way to her, she began reaching for her handbag in the backseat to get her phone and call her lawyer. This was a free country after all, and she knew her rights very bloody well.

Her daughter slept soundly in the passenger seat, she'd cried herself to slumber after her father not so nicely asked his bodyguard to escort them out of the hospital and there Bella thought she'd had enough excitement for one day but alas, the police waited for her at home too.

They could be there to arrest her for breathing and she wouldn't be surprised, heaven knew she was a walking magnet for tough lucks but this had to be Dr. Rhea's handiwork and Bella felt betrayed by the fact that Dr. Silver was letting it happen. She thought he cared about her and Lyric but it was just another false alarm.

"Please step out of the car, ma'am." The officer said as he knocked on her windshield.

Bella got her phone in her hand before complying. "Good evening officer, I'm just gonna go right ahead and call my lawyer." She informed him on stepping out and quietly closed the door behind her so as not to wake Lyric to yet another ugly scene.

The police man exchanged a puzzled look with the girl beside him. "I'm not here to arrest you ma'am, I'm just checking on your safety. We got a call from your neighbor about strange activities in your lawn."

Bella stopped scrolling through her phone to look at them. "I beg your pardon?" She said, her eyes flickering between the officer and the girl with him.

"Yeah, sorry we haven't met but I've seen you around. I'm Kenny and I visit my boyfriend next door from time to time so I guess that sort of makes me your neighbor." Hippie girl said, jerking a thumb in the direction of her home for reference.

"When I got here three days ago I saw a woman, about the same height as you, same body structure but brown hair. Initially I thought she was you, cause I've seen you wear different hair colours and I remember thinking; oh my god, yes! She looks totally babe and less standoffish with brown hair." Kenny's smile was genuine and friendly as if she didn't just insult Bella in that sentence.

Bella stared at her impassively, if she needed hair advice she won't be taking it from her no more than eighteen years old nosey neighbour with messy salt and pepper hair that could use some straightening out.

"But this woman seemed to be just checking out the building and when she saw me get out of the taxi she quickly legged it down the street." Kenny continued.

At this point Bella was almost certain they were talking about her mother, the journal and roses from the previous day now sat heavy on her bedside table. She had been a nervous wreck after her encounter with Iverson, Biggie and Claire at the charity ball that she wouldn't have been able to understand a single line if she had tried to read.