No Runnin' To Ya Mama

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"A pessimist sees the difficulty in every opportunity; an optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty."
- CHURCHILL, Sir Winston.


| Alex |


"That can't be right." I breathe out, Vanessa herself inhales sharply.

"I'm sorry. I know it's not everything you and Cody wanted, but the case was thin. Will you call Cody, or would you like me to?" She asks, and I can hear the sympathy in her voice.

"It's okay, I already told her I would. Thanks for everything Vanessa, I mean it."

"Anytime, Alex."

After hanging up with my daughter's lawyer, I'm met with silence and concerned looks from Tobin, Allie and Krashlyn. I don't move from where I'm standing, not trusting my legs to carry my weight at the moment.

"I need to call ..." I mumble to myself, the thoughts of my daughter giving my body a resurgence of energy solely built from the anger boiling beneath the surface. I dial her number from memory, and listen to the ringing on the other end, trying to draw a sense of relaxation from it before I speak with my daughter.

"'Ello mom!" Cody greets me, using a badly faked English accent.

"Fucking hell, that was awful" I hear the voice I've come to recognize at Jordan grumble, followed by my daughter's laughter.

"Shut up" Cody chuckles before returning her attention to me. "What's up, mom?"

"Well..." I trail off, a knot in my stomach suddenly forming at the thought of ruining my daughter's happy mood. I feel someone take my hand, and raise my head to be met with an encouraging smile on the face of my fiancée. "I got a call from Vanessa."

I hear some shuffling on the other end of the call, and the background noise reduces as my daughter moves to a quiet place in her apartment.

"What's the news?" She asks, her happy tone replaced by a nervous shake in her voice.

"He got 25, but he's appealing." I inform her, and listen as she sighs in relief.

"What about her?"

"I'm sorry baby, her charges were dropped."


| Cody |


"What? How is that possible?!" I yell at my mom, unable to direct my anger at the right people.

My mom spends the next hour on the phone with me, explaining over and over again that the case was paper-thin. That my uncle had vouched for her so profusely that she had no part in anything, and my own statement that the worst parts of my abuse occurred when she left, only helped her case.

"Are you okay?" Leah asks, as she invades my room without knocking, as per usual.

"No." I mutter, pathetically.

Leah, soon followed by Jordan, wrap their arms around me, letting me cry, until Jordan pulls away.

"I'm calling Kim."

"I'm sorry." I mumble into Leah's shoulder, trying to find the slightest piece of comfort I can from my friend.

"Why the hell are you sorry? You didn't do anything wrong!"

"I just feel bad." I confess as tears continue to flow from my eyes and down my cheeks. "We just had a good game against City, a nice dinner with some of their team, and Claire, and now this. I feel like it's my fault the mood is ruined."

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