For what felt like the fiftieth time that evening the familiar ringing of her iPhone made Rhiley jump from her seat in the corner, forcing her to notice who was calling her. Strolling towards her bed, she skilfully dodged the vodka bottles scattered at her feet before throwing herself onto the lumpy mattress. Reaching out for her phone, Rhiley growled and heaved herself up. Who the fuck needs me this much?
Unlocking the now silent phone, Rhiley's eyebrows involuntary rose. Twenty missed calls and three text messages... I didn't think I was drinking that long, she thought, shocked by her own actions. The little device vibrated in her palm as a warning before the now irritating tone began again. Frustrated, she answered the unknown caller but soon noticed her father's voice.
"Hey Da-. Yeah, I'm sitting down- No I haven't been drinking and yes I did get my car, thank you," Rhiley listened to him intently for a few minutes, hardly breathing. "H-how? I know you said it was an accident but she was always so safe..." Her sentence dragged out into nothing, intertwining with her all too hasty breaths. Not needing to hear any more comforting words, she ended the call with shaking fingers.
Car crash, you know how much she hated them Rhiles, always car sick.. I don't want you driving down here but it would be quickest.. Funeral on Thursday...
A flood of nostalgia hit her, she wanted nothing more to be in her father's arms, safe and sound. But that wasn't going to happen, her mother was dead and her father was broken. Her life would never be the same. This thought pumped adrenalin into her veins. Fleeing back to New York wasn't something she wanted to do, but the news demanded it of her.
Within moments her suitcase was out and her clothes were packed, there was no time to worry about colour coordination or make-up right then. Somewhere, between the news of her mothers death and her packing the too floral suitcase, Rhiley had managed to pull on her shoes, grab her phone and find the car keys to her new Mercedes-Benz without falling over her own feet or shedding a tear. On her way out of the door, her friends came to mind but were quickly dismissed. Family comes first, Rhiley. Just this once, family means the most.
Rhiley used a short cut through the halls to get to the car park, smirking at the deflated tires of the audi sitting alone on the tarmac. Flinging the suitcase in the back seat, she slid in the drivers seat and slammed the door shut. Sobs enveloped her body, forcing her to drop the keys and take deep, heaving breaths. With her lungs screaming for air, she rolled down the window and shoved the key in the ignition. Shakily putting the key into drive, she fixed her seat belt and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. This is your time to properly sort your shit out Rhiley, don't mess it up... And with that, she started her journey back to New York.
