Chapter 6 - The Call
I sit up disorientedly, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes as I search for the location of the ringing, my head pounding throughout my skull.
Lilac sits up in her bed, groaning before shoving a pillow over her head.
I fumble around for my phone, quickly reading the unknown collar ID after grabbing it from under my pillow before putting it to my ear.
“Uh, Hello?” I mumble, the thick fog of sleep still remaining in my voice.
“Hello, is this Sagen Flints?” A male asks, his tone laying at the bottom of his throat, his husky voice making it a little hard to make out what he’s saying.
I pause, dread starting to fill me up from the inside. “Yeah, who is this? Is everything okay?”
The man pauses, and my heart seems to stop in my chest, the same conversation ringing around in my head over and over.
“Your mother, Annetta Flints, is in Northsoutherns Hospital in Virginia right now and is in critical condition. She collapsed a few hours ago due to a seizure we think is caused by her cemo, and she fell into a coma after we went in to fix her brain aneurism. I’m so sorry, Miss. Flints.”
My body starts to shake, my hand almost dropping the phone.
“I-is she okay? I’m in Rhode Island right now, and my dad, he,” I stutter, my thoughts all scrambled up in my head. “He’s in jail for 36 more years, so, how—”
“We’ll figure it out. I’m not sure if he’ll either obtain custody of you if your mother doesn’t make it, or you’ll go with another family member. In the worse case scenario, you would go to foster care, but that seems very unlike—”
I hang up on him, my mind blanking.
“Sage?” Lilac asks cautiously, sitting up completely in her bed, staring at me like she’s seen a ghost.
I can’t go back to him.
He killed my animals.
He abused me.
He beat my mother.
He almost killed her.
He touched my little sisters.
He almost killed me.
And when he didn’t, I tried to it myself.
Vile rises to my throat, my vision blurring as I try to stand up.
Fear takes its hold around me, suffocating me until I can’t breathe.
I walk into my bathroom, tripping over my own feet in pure disorientation.
My stomach twists violently, making me dry gag, sobs already starting to creep up in my throat.
This can’t be happening.