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"Starla Jacobs," Starla says firmly, "My mother's name is Melanie."
"Okay, perfect. I can see she has been admitted. She's currently in surgery. There was an issue that needed to be rectified immediately. I can assure you the doctors are doing whatever they can to help your mother."
There's a moment of silence before Starla speaks again, her eyes meeting mine with an unspoken understanding. "Thank you. My boyfriend and I are on our way there now from Florida, so we'll probably be arriving sometime tomorrow."
"Okay, as soon as you get here come into the main hospital entrance. My name is Angela and I should be here. If I'm not, one of my colleagues will be more than happy to escort you up to your mother's room."
Starla softly smiles even though Angela can't see it. "Great. Thank you so much,"
"Of course. Safe travels," Angela responds before ending the call.
Starla grabs her leather jacket from the hook underneath her helmet and slides it on. "I know I need to go, but I'm so fucking nervous." she admits, sliding her phone into her front pocket, she zips it up.
I nod, understanding why this is so hard for her. "I know you are. Like you said, you need to go and talk to her, get closure. You deserve it."
Starla licks her lips nervously and nods. "Promise me you won't leave me alone unless you have to."
There's an anxious look crossing Starla's face.
Any doubts I've had about Starla's mother being involved vanish completely. If she didn't have a hand in it, Starla wouldn't be so nervous.
"I promise," I assure her firmly, clearing my throat, "Are you ready to hit the road?"
A determined look crosses Starla's face and we both gear up, put our helmets on and get on my bike.
We mount my motorcycle, the roar of the engine drowning out any lingering thoughts.
With a tap of a button, the garage door opens and we ride out onto the open road, ready to face the demons of her past.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Starla
An hour has passed since we checked into this shabby motel on the outside of town. We stopped at a dingy motel last night to get some sleep, but I’m glad we’ve finally arrived.
The sound of water running in the bathroom as Ivar takes a quick shower fills the quiet space.
I'm sitting on the bed, my back leaning against the worn headboard, lost in thought about what I'll be doing today.
I don't even know if she's conscious, but it doesn't matter.
I thought it did at first, but it doesn't. Regardless if she can talk back or not, I have things I need to get off my chest.
I can't help but wonder how I was found, though.
I haven't kept in contact with anyone from Curtis.
In fact, I made it a point to cut all my ties with anyone in town, because I didn't want them running back and telling my mother or Eli where I was.
The cruel truth is that if this wasn't a serious accident, I wouldn't have ever been notified by the police.
My heart aches with a mixture of confusion and resentment as I think about what my mother did: she turned a blind eye to everything that happened to me in her house.
My hands shake uncontrollably in my lap as I remember everything. All the pent up anger and frustration still continues to haunt me.
There was a time where I thought I was over all this, but I'm not. I think I just pushed it into the back of my mind so I wouldn't have to think about it anymore.
She was supposed to protect me and failed miserably. She called me a liar, said I was creating an elaborate story to get attention.
