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“You’re a fine one to talk about being a jerk! Or have you forgotten the shit you put me through? If you’ve forgotten, I haven’t, Grant. I haven’t forgotten the money you stole from me, the used condoms I’d find when I came home from work. If I had the chance to relive the past three years, I would have turned you away the first time I met you. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have been threatened by Spike and I would never have gone searching for help and met your father. So if you’re looking for someone to blame in all of this, try looking in a fucking mirror!”
My chest heaves with emotion as I finally get some of the pent-up feelings off my chest.
“Sidney, I—”
“I wish I’d never met you! I wish I’d never met your father! Now leave me the fuck alone!”
I’m about to hang up when I hear Grant sobbing.
“I’m so sorry, Sidney! You’re right! I’m a horrible person!”
He coughs and sounds like he’s gagging.
“Grant? Where are you? Are you okay?”
He doesn’t appear to hear me and continues to ramble.
“It’s better for me to be out of both your lives! I’ve been nothing but trouble!”
He coughs again and I become seriously alarmed. I’m suddenly aware that this is winter. I also recall Michelle saying that Grant has been with his father as she had overheard him in the background. He is supposed to be on medication as well.
“Grant? Are you at your father’s house?”
“I left days ago. I don’t deserve to be helped. I’m sorry I called and bothered you, Sidney. You’re right. I’m a horrible person.”
“Where are you, Grant? We need to talk. Can we talk face to face? Tell me where you are.”
“No! It’s no use! I won’t bother either of you anymore! I won’t be a problem for you or dad anymore. Goodbye, Sidney! I’m sorry!”
He hangs up the phone abruptly. I sit staring at the phone for a few seconds before I jump into action. I call back the number but there is no response. I call back twice, my thoughts racing as I ponder my next move. When the phone continues to ring without an answer, I quickly search my phone book. I press the call button before I lose my nerve.
“Colleymore.”
My heart skips a beat at the sound of his voice.
“Archer?”
I hear him pause before he answers. “Sidney?”
“I-I’m sorry to call you so late. Grant just called me. He doesn’t sound good at all. It’s cold out and he’s got a nasty cough and I have no idea how to track him. He refused to tell me where he was and—”
“Can you give me the number?”
I give it to him.
“I’ll call you back.”
I sit looking at the silent phone, my heart pounding. It rings and I answer it immediately.
“Sidney?”
“Yes?”
“He called from a payphone at a bar namedClawfish.”
“I know that bar. I’ll meet you there.”
“It’s late. I’ll pick you up. Give me your address.”
