Hiding off the Grid

Chapter Twenty Three

I ran down the street then stopped at the corner. I felt devastated yet I felt that deep down I knew that Jaxton wasn't going to last. With all the rumors I heard about him I should have seen it coming, yet I was completely blind-sided.

I stopped and sat down on a bench and tried to think over what I was going to do next.

My hands were shaking and my emotions were all screwed up. I felt my anxiety rising so I took out my phone and I dialed the one person who I knew would listen to me, Damien. I'm thankful that he put himself in my phone as a contact before he gave it to me. 

"Arizona?" He asked as he picked up the phone after a couple of rings.

"Hey Damien." I said shakily, I didn't even know why I was calling him. Instinct just told me to call and talk to him.

"Everything okay? You get to Jaxton's house?" Damien asked confused, he didn't know why I was calling either.

"I walked in on something I didn't want to see... But I don't care, could you do me a favor?" I quickly said, not wanting to talk about Jaxton and Damien went along with it.

"What favor do you need?" Damien asked cautiously, he didn't know where I was going with this.

"There's a guy named Quinn Raymond. I need his address." I said. Since I'm not dealing with Jaxton then I'm going to go and talk to my birth father. I needed to know more about him, and see if what my Aunt Marilyn said was actually true.

"Right now?" Damien asked with a little yawn, I'm pretty sure he's laying bed. But I have no where to go right now and I need to be occupied with something to get Jaxton out of my head.

"Yes." I said patiently, I really needed Damien's help.

"Okay I'll call you back in a minute." Damien said then hung up. I kept my phone cradled in my hands as I sat on the bench still awaiting Damien's call.

A little while later my phone starting ringing again and I quickly answered it. "Did you find it?" I asked eagerly.

"Yes, its 1672 Oxford Way, Savannah, Georgia. Have fun I'm going to sleep." Damien said without further questions. I like him, he isn't nosy and actually trusts and understands me.

I then caught a cab to the airport, paid for a ticket, and landed in Georgia.

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In Savannah I bought a rental car and pulled up to the address Damien told me last night. It was now early in the morning, so most likely Quinn would be awake.

My "real father" lived in a kept together ranch house right outside of the city. The only thing that really caught my attention was his crooked mailbox. I quickly parked my car in the street and walked up the unnoticeable broken pavement to his front door. 

Only focusing on the task at hand, I knocked on the door. A few seconds later a middle aged woman with short blonde hair and wrinkles opened the door. "May I help you?" She asked politely but I could tell she was curious as to who I am and what I needed.

"Um... does Quinn Raymond live here?" I asked a little unsure of myself. I had no idea what I was going to say to him.

"Who is asking?" The lady questioned suspiciously.

"Just me, I need to clarify something with him." I said, trying not to give her too much information. I need him to come to the door, I need to talk to him. I wonder if he has kept up with my stories on the news, I wonder if he went to my parents' funerals.

"Okay. I'll be right back." She said as she softly shut the door. In less than a minute a guy opened the door, he was older with gray hair, wrinkles, and wore a pair of glasses. He looked older than my mom would have been if she was still alive.