ғᴏᴏᴛsᴛᴇᴘs | ᴋᴍ ✔︎

I'm Leaving

| Jordan |

I don't remember falling asleep. Especially in Cody's bed, but none of that matters. The sound of the closet closing, thumps on the carpeted floor bring me from my slumber. I sit up, expecting to find an intruder, but immediately relax when I see Cody. I take a look at my phone on the nightstand, and it reads 3AM.

"Cody? What are you doing?" My voice startles her.

"Jordan. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. Go back to sleep."

I ignore my new teammate and turn on the lamp. She looks flustered. A mixture between angry and sad, but mostly stressed.

"Cody, what's going on?"

"I'm leaving." She mutters, taking the last of her clothes from the dresser and throwing them in her suitcase.

"We have a week to get back to London. What happened?" I stand from the bed and take the rookie's hands, pulling her onto the bed just to get her to stop and breathe.

"I can't do this. This bullshit is part of the reason I left Idaho."

"You need to back up, Codes. Tell me what happened." I wait patiently as she takes a deep breath.

"I made plans with Kristie, for tomorrow night."

"Okay..."

"But then I got a text from Jack, who wants to hang out tomorrow night."

"Just tell her you have plans, she's your friend, she'll understand."

"That's not all...here." She hands me her phone, to see a picture of Kristie and Rachel. It's from a number not saved in Cody's phone but I recognize it immediately. "I can't go down this road with Kristie again, not if I can't trust her. I can't trust Jack either, so...I'm going." She motions to her packed suitcase.

"What about your mom?"

"I'm just in the way. She needs to stay focused, and my being here isn't helping anyone." She tells me, seemingly having an answer for everything, leaving me in the dark about what to say next.

"So that's your plan? Just...leave in the middle of the night, not a single goodbye to anyone?" I ask, with no hint of malice, and I internally sigh in relief when she pauses to think about it before she stands over her case.

"I guess so."

"Cody. Don't you think you're maybe overreacting?" I mutter quietly, hoping not to offend her.

"I need to get out of here, Jordan. I need to." She tries her best not to yell, to hide her feelings, but the tears threatening to spill portray how she truly feels. "Because-"

"Because why, Cody?"

"Because I'm so fucking close to a relapse, I can taste it!" She finally yells, and the tears fall from her blue eyes.

"Relapse? From what?" I ask, standing due to the severity of the situation.

"Pills, but at this rate, I'd happily get drunk just to take the edge off." She tells me, brutally honest as she spits through gritted teeth.

"I'm calling your mom." I tell her, grabbing my phone from the nightstand only for the rookie to grab my wrist. "Cody, let go."

"No. Please, don't call her."

I stare at her, the terrified expression quickly registering in my mind.

"Okay, not your mom, but I'm calling someone." I inform her sternly, and she eventually lets go of my wrist. I pull up her contact information, and prepare myself to apologize profusely for waking her up. Angry Scottish people are something to be avoided. "Hey, Kim?"