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Scarlet
DoI have an idea of who the girl may be? Yeah, I do. A few actually, but only one makes sense after the events of last night.
But Gia’s not talking.
She’s sequestered herself in her room. Her door is locked, and she refuses to acknowledge my presence when I knock—or rather pound—on the door.
It took me forever to get the little bit of information out of her that I did last night. It was like pulling teeth as first but once one detail slipped, she let a few more go, and then when she realized I was putting the pieces of the puzzle together, she clamped her mouth shut and refused to say anything else.
I don’t want to have to call in reinforcements, it feels wrong on so many levels, but I don’t know what else to do. Still, I regret the group text the second I press send.
ME: It’s Scarlet. New phone number. Code pink. I’m calling an emergency meeting tonight at seven o’clock.
Do I even have the authority to call a meeting? Probably not. Especially not one that has nothing to do with Zeta business. I don’t care. This is going to end tonight.
MYA: Do you need me to come over right now? I can be there in thirty.
CLEO: I’ll start packing. Calling you when I get on the road.
KENDALL: I’ll be there. Need anything before then?
ME: Things are quiet right now. I’ll explain what I know and what I think it going on when we’re all together.
CLEO: Do you need me to reach out to anyone else to see if they can come back early?
ME: No. I want to keep this a small, intimate meeting.
CLEO: You said Code Pink. That usually means all hands-on deck.
Shit! I didn’t think about that. I don’t want the entire house involved in this. I just want the core group of members. And Cleo. She’s the president after all. And even though I know she’s going to be irate when I explain what happened last night, she needs to be in the loop.
ME: I just wanted to make sure you all knew it was urgent.
CLEO: I’m calling you in five.
Rolling my eyes, I slide off the barstool and refill my mug of coffee. If I’m going to be forced to have a conversation with Cleo this early in the morning after less than five hours of sleep, I’m going to need all the caffeine I can consume.
Taking my mug up to my room, I turn on some music so my conversation won’t be heard through the thin walls. I’d hate for Gia to get wind of the meeting and slip out of the house before we can corner her.
My phone rings, and I answer without looking to see who it is. That’s my first mistake.
“Scarlet Renee,” my mother hisses into the phone.
How the hell did she get my new phone number? I’ve only given it to a few people.
It occurs to me that I can just hang up on her, but I don’t. I was raised to show my elders respect, even if they haven’t earned it.
“Good Morning, Mother. How can I help you?”
“For starters, you can lose the attitude,” she quips, her voice sounding far away as she puts me on speakerphone.
“My apologies. Is there a reason you’re calling?” The sugary-sweet sound of my voice causes me to cringe.
Why am I kissing her ass? She’s done nothing to deserve it. In fact, she’s done the opposite.
“Of course,” my father states. I should have known they were going to gang up on me. Why would I expect anything else at this point?
It’s barely nine o’clock in the morning. Most people are still asleep after a late night of celebrating. Not my parents. Nope. They’re up and already trying to make what was going to be an already tough day worse for me.
