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chapter fifty-two. the debarted
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They say that there are no accidents. Sometimes reality comes crashing into us. Other times it dawns on us slowly. Despite our best efforts to ignore it.
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ONE WEEK PASSED. One week since Thanksgiving. One week since Serena chose to run away with Tripp Vanderbilt. One week since Victoria last heard from Riven Huntington, after he poured out his heart to the van der Woodsen girl to stop her from making a believed mistake. It was thought that there was a need for concern, it made sense for people's heart to flutter from the cause of their anxiety. Serena and Tripp's relationship was destroying another and was breaking the heart of a lone man, burying himself in alcohol and weed to tear him away from the reminding thought of how he watched Serena get into the limo that took her away from him.
It was radio silence from Serena, no one had heard from her over the past week simultaneously to the radio silence Victoria was receiving from Riven. With every call she made, there was no returning call that followed. But that didn't mean she'd give up. Whenever she had the time throughout the week she would call, she would demand him to respond, but yet the silence would maintain and the stress of her concern would continue.
There were many thoughts swirling around in her head. She was thinking that Riven might've been laying in a ditch somewhere after a heavy night out. Another part of the Humphrey thought that Riven was going to ruin himself with the use of drugs to just get over the faint broken heart he possessed over the act Serena committed the night of Thanksgiving. He didn't speak much about it, it seemed he wasn't able to as he had never felt, until that moment, what it was like for someone to stomp on his heart.
Even with the faintest of explanations as to what words were exchanged between Riven and Serena, it didn't mean that Victoria had no right to be concerned. Oh, she was concerned. In the space of a week she had left 25 voicemails for one of her bestest friends, no doubt filling up his voicemail box with each call she made to try and reach him. Each call that failed. Yet she didn't stop.
A smile would form upon the thinned glossy lips Victoria possessed, her eyes filling with hope as her cellphone rang, awaiting for the moment that Riven was to answer, and she was to be devastated when she was greeted by the bluntness of the voicemail that followed. "Hey, Riven." Victoria greeted as she stood within the comfort of the elevator in The Empire Hotel, her phone was on 10 percent and she wanted to make sure she got in one last call just in case Riven might've answered. "This is my 26th voicemail." She sighed deeply. "Is your heart that broken that you can't return my calls? J-Just don't be drowning your sorrows in bourbon and Yale women because Serena chose Tripp." She instructed as the elevator reached the very top of the hotel to the penthouse suite. "Look, Serena now knows how you feel, and where you and her stand. There's a chance she'll come back to you." Her eyes rolled knowing her time was running thin. "Twenty-sixth voicemail, moving onto the twenty-seventh."
