Savage Royals (Boys of Oak Park Prep #1) - Callie Rose Page 0,1
were a messy jumble as I tried to explain what’d happened, but the operator took down my information with the calm precision of someone trained to maintain order in chaos.
Once the call ended, I stared at the dark screen of the phone until the sound of sirens roused me from my thoughts a while later. I pushed myself up from the floor and stumbled to the door, avoiding looking at my dad again. When I pried the door open, two men in blue uniforms stood outside. Wordlessly, I stepped out of the way and let them in.
“Are you okay?” a third man asked as he stepped up to me and flashed a light in my eyes.
“I’m—f-fine.” My mouth struggled to form the words.
The man frowned. “You’re in shock. What’s your name? How old are you?”
“T-Talia,” I muttered. “Sixteen.”
All I could give him were short answers. It was hard to focus when I kept looking over my shoulder to see what the other men were doing to my dad. My heart felt like it was beating too slow and too hard, as if it were trying to pump a lifetime’s worth of blood with each heavy thud.
On the downstairs stoop, the man wrapped me in a blanket and checked me over. Cops arrived on the scene as he worked, red and blue lights flashing in mismatched rhythms outside our dingy apartment building. Once the paramedic made sure I wasn’t going to faint, a female police officer asked me a bunch of questions, which I answered in a blur.
She took down my information as the paramedics wheeled my dad out on a stretcher, nodding along as I spoke as if she’d heard this story a hundred times before.
Maybe she had.
“What happens now?” I tore my gaze away from her, watching them close the ambulance doors with my dad inside.
“Someone from social services will come by to talk to you soon. Do you have anyone you can stay with for now?”
“I have some friends I can crash with for a while,” I said quickly. “I’ll be okay.”
The woman flipped her notebook shut. “Go there. Don’t stay here tonight.”
“Okay.”
She nodded then patted me on the shoulder and rejoined her partner before their car pulled away. A minute later, the ambulance drove off too, leaving darkness in its place.
A few neighbors had cracked their blinds to see what was going on, but no one had come downstairs. I wandered back inside, hurried through the living room, and walked down the hall to my bedroom. Without even bothering to change, I crawled into bed and closed my eyes.
I’d lied to the police officer. I had no one else. No family. No friends.
There’d been only me and my dad. And now there was only me. I wrapped myself up in my worn comforter and stared at the picture on my desk. I could barely make it out in the darkness, but I didn’t need to see it. The image was imprinted on my brain.
Full, dark brown hair like mine. Deep hazel eyes. A smile that was sad and soft and beautiful all at once.
I wish you were here, Mom. God, I wish you were here.
“Talia. They need you in the principal’s office.”
I glanced up from behind my history textbook. I’d been staring at the words as Mr. Napier lectured, but not really seeing anything.
My heart skipped a beat as the girl sent to fetch me huffed impatiently. I already knew what it was going to be about; I’d been dreading it for the past three days. Since the night my dad died, I’d kept going to class and work as usual, had tried to keep the wheels of my life moving—but the empty chair the paramedics had dragged his body away from seemed to loom like a monster in the little living room, a reminder that my life would never be the same.
Swallowing, I closed my book and tucked it away, then headed down the hall to the office, where Principal Bradford waited with a short, round-faced woman.
“Talia?” she asked, stepping forward.
“Yeah, that’s me.”
“I’m Janet Pelletier. I’m from Child Protective Services. Can we talk in here for a minute?” She opened the door to a small conference room.
“Sure.”
I pushed inside and dropped into a seat. She smiled as she sat down, and it set my teeth on edge. What was there to smile about? My dad was dead. I was about to lose the only home I’d ever known.