Sinking Ships

Chapter Eighteen

A/N: I know I usually put flashbacks at the end of the chapters but because I haven't written this story in so long (and also have run out of ideas) I'm no longer doing that and doing longer present time instead :)

Eighteen

        “Why do you want to talk to him?” Kelsey sneers, pressing my cell phone tightly to her ear. I was getting out of the shower when it rang and she snatched it before I could even get into the kitchen. “Well, you’re my friend. Why can’t you just tell me and I’ll tell him?” She drums her fingers on the counter and I lean against the wall, growing impatient. She’s been refusing to let me have my own phone the whole time. “Fine,” she growls, sticking her arm out towards me. I quickly take the phone away and move it to my ear.

            “Hello?”

            “Fallon, hey. It’s Adam.” I vaguely remember him as one of Kelsey’s druggie friends. “Sorry for calling you, but it’s an emergency.”

            I turn away from Kelsey’s wide eyes and face the living room, running my fingers through my hair. “What kind of emergency?”

            “It’s Eve.”

            That’s all I need to hear before I’m running for the door. “I’m on my way.”

            My head is screaming at me as I rush towards my car. I don’t have time to drop Tyson off at Ms. Rose’s so I pray to whoever is listening that Kelsey can take care of him for the hopefully short time I’m gone.

            Horrible scenarios rush through my mind as I turn the key in the ignition, scared of what’s going to happen. It takes five tries to start the stupid car. It isn’t until I take a deep breath and try again that I realize my hands are shaking so bad.

            “Let me.”

            I practically jump out of my seat as Kelsey climbs into the passenger side and reaches for the keys.

            “What are you doing? Where’s Tyson?” My words come out so fast that I worry she can’t understand them. I don’t think I’m calm enough to attempt to even repeat myself.

            “I’m coming with you and I dropped Tyson off next door.”

            The smallest bit of relief washes over my as Kelsey takes the keys from my palm. I want to tell her not to come; to fight with her to get out of my car. However as she starts the engine, I know that despite my anger and frustration towards her behavior, I need her with me right now.

            “Do you want me to drive?”

            I slam on the reverse and pull out of the parking lot. “No.”

            “Fallon, you need to take it easy. Why don’t I drive?”