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me. I smirked at them before turning my attention to Jordan, who was watching me curiously.

“You ok?” He asked.

“Yeah, why?”

“I just assumed that he embarrassed you to death up there.”

“Oh he did, but the glares of death I’m getting from over there,” I pointed to the women standing by the stage, “made it totally worth it.”

He shook his head. “I worry about your self-preservation skills sometimes.”

I patted him on the shoulder and grinned. No one would be stupid enough to approach me with Drake a few feet away on stage and if that didn’t scare them, Jordan the Hulk sitting beside me would.

I jumped as my back pocket started vibrating. It took me a minute to realize that it was my phone. I jumped up and started trying to pull it out of my pocket, but by the time I got it out, it had stopped ringing. I had called Amber a few times since my accident, but I had left out what had happened and used the stomach bug excuse with her as well. She called me daily to check on me and I assumed it was her calling.

I was surprised to see an unknown Maryland number pop up on my screen. Before I had time to consider who it was, my phone started vibrating again. I pushed through the crowd, trying to get outside so that I would be able to hear; it was far too loud inside the bar to hear anything. I finally made it to the door and hurried outside, worried that it might be someone calling for Danny.

“Hello?” I asked breathlessly.

“Chloe?”

I face palmed as I heard my mother’s voice. Why I hadn’t considered the fact that it might be her trying to call was beyond me. I think I just assumed that with the cops looking for her, she wouldn’t be stupid enough to contact me.

“Yeah mom, it’s me. What do you want?”

“You know you ruined everything for me don’t you?” She slurred.

Great, not only did I have to deal with her, but I had to do it while she was drunk.

I sighed. “I had nothing to do with what Aunt Jen did, but if you want the truth, I did go there planning to convince her to change her mind. But I didn’t have to say anything; she told me that you wouldn’t be getting anything the first day that I talked to her. You did this to yourself mother, so don’t try to blame me.”

“You’re lying. You always lie to me Chloe. I’m so tired of having to put up with you. You’re a disgrace.”

“If all you did was call me to yell at me I’m hanging up. You’ve really screwed up this time, you know that? The police are looking for you as we speak for what you did to me. You nearly killed me mom, doesn’t that bother you in the least?”

I wanted her to tell me she was sorry, or that she at least felt some regret for what she had done to me. I knew I was being ridiculous, but the little girl inside of me hoped that somewhere in that blackened heart of hers she loved me.

“No it doesn’t. The world would be better without you; without both of us.”

That surprised me; in all the years I had put up with her verbal abuse, never had she once said anything bad about herself.

“That’s not true. You’ve made some really bad decisions in your life mom, but you can change all of that. I wish you would consider one of the treatment programs Aunt Jen left for you.”

She started to reply, but a train’s whistle in the background cut her off.

“Mom, are you at a train station? Are you leaving?”

The train’s whistle blew again as I waited for her to speak.

“Fuck those programs and fuck you,” She growled, “And yeah, you could say I’m catching the train. I just wanted to call and tell you exactly what I thought of you.”

The train’s whistle was loud enough now that I actually pulled my phone away from my ear. It ended suddenly as my mother ended the call and I sighed. I should have known she’d call before she left just to make my life hell.

“You alright Chloe Bear?” Jordan asked from behind me.

I screamed like a twelve-year-old and nearly jumped a foot off the ground at the sound of his voice. I was in a dimly lit parking lot by myself, or so I had thought, and hearing a