Chapter 35
" May the odds be ever in your favour. "
Rochelle Quinn's POV:
I hummed a song to myself, the sound of the doorbell ringing became louder until it wasn't as easy to ignore.
"Okay, okay. Don't get your panties in a twist." I roll my eyes to myself and open the door.
My eyes widened, staring at the swollen-eyed women on my doorstep. Her hair was greasy, with dirt decorating the tips of her usually ice blonde hair, and clothes ripped and torn.
I almost pitied her.
Almost.
I slammed the door in her face without speaking and walked to the dining room, my mind blank with only the image of her repeating itself in my mind.
I heard the sound of the door being opened again, and muffled voices. None of it made any sense to me, just that image. Again and again.
Repeating itself.
Trapping itself.
"Rocky?" I gazed at Kenzie, my concentration not entirely matching his. I looked at him but my stare was blank, I couldn't focus on his voice, or his face or his body.
Just the woman behind him.
Olivia Quinn.
"Your mom's here."
"Get out." I whispered, my weak voice breaking into crumbs right before the person who broke it. "Get out of this house."
"Rochel-"
"No." My face scrunched up, refusing to give into the urge to cry. "No, I don't want to hear it. Get out of my house!"
"Please, hear me out." Her voice was the exact same; desperate and dehydrated. Probably from not getting her daily fix of heroin, or meth or whatever else she's on at the moment.
"No! You left. You left me alone with him, I was six. Where have you been?! No. Get out." I screamed, holding my hands over my ears as though her voice would kill me.
"Get out of my house." I raised my voice. It shook dangerously from the amount of wrath I forced into my tone. "Get out. Get out. Get out!" I half screamed, half cried, grabbing the closest thing to me and throwing it at her. It smashed instantly. "Get out of my house, get out. Get out. Get out!"
I collapsed onto the floor, drowning from the unshed tears building up in my throat. My chest heaved up and down as Kenzie clutched me protectively against his chest, holding me close while my body shook with silent sobs.
I hope you loved him Mom, I hope he was worth it.
Kenzie's arms held me as my mind went numb.
Story for a story.
"Did your mom ever tell you why I was taken into care?" I asked, my eyes sore from the desperate rubbing. I anchored to the pain in a bid to stop any falling tears.
Kenzie shook his head but didn't give me a verbal answer.
"My Mom left me and my little brother with her boyfriend. Two hours after she left, I was dead in a hospital two miles away from my home- drug overdose. My Mom's boyfriend had stupidly injected heroin into my system. If I had it now, it probably wouldn't kill or even hurt me, but at six years old that little bit of heroin was the difference between staying with my junkie Mom and going into care." I spoke calmly, my tone void.
Once again, Kenzie didn't reply. So I continued, shaking my head at the words I was speaking. "Everyone wants to foster babies, or toddlers. But some parents can't handle the fuck ups and I guess I was a fuck up. I was taken into my first group home at 11 and I stayed there for a while before being taken to an emergency foster home, and they thought I was a baby. They thought I was a fucking baby." I chuckled darkly, a small smirk etched onto my lips. "Not a single family wants an older child, it's too much work. Too much effort to deal with. So I jumped around fosters for years, wondering when my Mom would come back and save me. And she never did. She never came back for me. "
"Wanna know a secret?" I asked, but I didn't wait for a reply. "My Mom came to see me while I was in Juvie, I hadn't saw her in years...You wanna know why? She wanted me to sell drugs and get her money for a fix. Some mother. Why didn't come back for me, Kenzie? Why didn't she want me?"
"I'm sorry, Rae." Kenzie said quietly, yet I wasn't sure why he was apologising.
"Why are you apologising?" I scoffed softly, clutching my knees closer to my chest.
"I'm sorry for being an ass to you." He said softly, not quite meeting my gaze.
"Don't apologize." I shook my head at him, diverting my stare to the floor. "I'm worse to you."
"I'm rude to you and I ignore your help." He argued back instantly.
"I broke your jaw, I've hit you on various occasions and I've headbutted you before." My eyebrow raised, daring him to argue back with me.
"I don't care about any of that stuff." He tried to reason, yet I didn't understand why or how.
He continued, noticing my furrowed brow. "It was a defence thing, and I was being a dick to you."
"Fair point." I didn't bother explaining myself further.
He looked around the room, noticing the broken vase and plates on the ground. He signed, "How the hell am I going to explain all this to Mom?"
"Aliens." I answered straight away, without thinking about my answer.
"...Aliens?"
I shrugged, "It seemed like the most appropriate response to give."
"You're so weird."
I scoffed, narrowing my eyes at him. "Shut the fuck up. I'm amazing."
"You sure about that?" He countered easily, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm positive about that."
He chuckled but didn't respond further.
I looked up, eyeing the photo frame resting near the television.
"Hey." I paused, making sure Kenzie was listening. "I have an idea."
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"If we die, I'm going to spend the rest of our afterlife constantly reminding you that it was your fault." Kenzie crossed his arms, admiring my work from a distance.
I shook the spray paint, throwing it nonchalantly into the trashcan. "If we die, Kenz, we're going to different places so you won't have a chance. And anyway, it isn't even that bad." I rolled my eyes at him.
"You just spray painted a dick onto my brothers white Porsche. He's going to end your life." He deadpanned, looking at me as though I was stupid.
"No I didn't." I shook my head, ripping off the plastic gloves and throwing them into the trash as well. "You did."
I backed off, a small smirk illuminating my face. His brows furrowed in confusion but it was all part of the game to me.
"Good luck, Kenzie Jensen, and may the odds be ever in your favour."
I strolled out of the garage, leaving a shocked Kenzie behind.
The twins exited the house, walking towards me while keeping their voices hushed in quiet whispers.
Hiding my paint-stained hands in my pockets, I smiled at them, inclining my head in the direction behind me. "Kenzie's waiting for you in there."
The brothers didn't reply, but sent me a nod of acknowledgement instead. I opened the door, my fingers lingering on the handle as I walked into my home.
The last thing I hear before walking through the door was a very traumatised Kace screaming.
"What the fuck did you do to my baby?!"
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