Thursday Night Escape- Part 5

 Part Five-
(Name)’s eyes slowly cracked open. She groaned and stared up at the ceiling. Where was she? The last she remembered was falling in front of someone’s house. Looking to her left, she saw one of the two people she actually liked, Sollux. He was holding her hand while sleeping with his face buried in the crook of his arm, his head lying on the bed (Name) was on. The broken girl smiled and lifted her right hand to brush some hair out of his face and saw it entombed in white plaster. She stared at it, confused. Why was her hand in a cast? She doesn’t remember getting hurt, maybe she accidentally fell out of a tree or something, though she knew that wasn’t the case. She may not remember how it happened, but she knew that it had to do with her mother. Her mother, her ever hateful mother had something to do with this, she just knew it. Taking a big breath, (Name) winced. Why does it hurt to breath and why is a breathing thingy in her nose? Why didn’t she notice this all before?
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(Name)’s mother, (M/N), was pacing around in her living room. Where was her stupid daughter? (Name) hasn’t been back for a few months and her mother was actually starting to worry, not of her daughter, but of what she might say to people. Should she call him? She wasn’t sure, the last time she saw him he never wanted to be in her presence again and didn’t she tell herself to only call him as a last resort? Though, this is an emergency, she didn’t want to go to jail. Biting her thin lip, she started to climb up the stairs to get his number. She wasn’t even sure if he still used it, but it was worth a try. Opening the drawer on the far right of her giant dresser and grabbing the paper, she picked up her phone.

 “(193) 181-2038,” the woman whispered as she dialed in the number and started to bite her nails as the phone rang. On the second ring, he answered.

 “Hello, (M/N). What a lovely surprise.” a smooth voice answered and the abuser snorted. She knew he expected her all along.

 “Look, Scratch I need your help, but I assume you already knew that.” she said, her free hand messing with the frayed edges of her shirt.

 “Finding your daughter, I’m guessing. But my question is, why should I? You haven’t exactly been a good host to your own daughter.” he says and (M/N) sighs.

 “And, what does that have anything to do with you?” she asks, already knowing his answer.

 “It has everything to do with me, (M/N) and you know it.” he says, a hint of anger showing in his usually calm, smooth voice, “I should have never let you take her.”