Adeline Street, chapter 14
I was abruptly awoken the next morning at 7 by a hyper 34-year-old man leaping on me.
"KAYLA!!! YOU KICKED THAT SKANK'S ASS!" Mike must have had coffee.
I was sore all over my body, and Mike wasn't making it any better. I shoved him off the bed and got up. I could hardly stand up. I braced myself against the end table and maintained balance.
"Thank you, Michael, for breaking every bone in my body," I said smugly.
"No problemo." He winked. I followed him downstairs and sat down at the table. Joey and Jakob threw questions left and right before I could begin to answer the first one.
"Boys, please, let her eat first." Adie shooed them back into the living room.
The phone rang and it was someone I didn't expect- my uncle Stan.
Billie handed me the phone.
"Hello?"
"Your mom is pissed. She wants to bring you home."
I dropped my spoon into my bowl of Frosted Flakes. "No fucking way!"
"Yeah."
"Tell her I am about to start a fucking tour!"
"She knows! Kayla, she's worried about you. First the anorexia-"
"It was NOT anorexia!"
"Whatever! First that, then the fight! It's all over the news here!"
I kicked my chair back and walked out of the kitchen into the foyer and sat on the stairs.
"Stan, I'm not coming home. She can fly out here and pick me up and I STILL won't come home. I'm almost 18 years old AND I have a fucking tour to do. I don't have to answer to her when it comes to my career. She just doesn't wanna look bad!"
"Kayla-"
"No! I'm staying in Oakland!" I hung up and punched the wall. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Billie peeked around the corner.
"You okay?" he asked. My knuckle was bleeding, but I didn't say anything.
"So what's the verdict?"
"No verdict. I'm staying right here." I stood up, put the phone back on the jack and grabbed my keys. "I'm going to Starbuck's."
"Kayla, hold on!" Billie called.
"I'm coming back later, chill out," I grunted and walked out the door.
I got to Starbuck's and ordered my usual Orange Mocha Frappucino and sat down to clear my head. My mom was totally losing her mind. Had been since Grandaddy got sick. I heard my "White and Nerdy" ringtone and answered the phone. It was Luca.
"Hello beautiful. How are you?" he asked.
I smiled. Finally some relief. "Fine, you?"
"Just missing you. I'm going back to Italy next Saturday for my father's birthday. Isn't one of your concerts in Varesea?"
"Yeah, next Saturday actually. You gonna bring your parents or something?"
"And my little sister. She loves you."
I laughed. "I'm glad I'll get to see you. Things are crazy right now."
"Tell me about it."
I explained the phone call from my uncle and the fight with Jody the night before.
"Well, she has every right to be upset."
"I know that, but Jesus Christ, I'm almost 18. I'd be moving out anyway. She's trying to make me come home. I'm not leaving. Music is my life now, well, apart from you, dear." I smirked and giggled.
He laughed. "I understand. You have your passion, stick to it."
"Thanks. I gotta get back before Billie thinks I drove over a cliff or something."
"Okay. I love you." He said soothingly.
"Love you too, baby." We hung up and I was about to get up when I heard a sickening crash and the sound of twisted metal and screeching tires. I looked out the window with the rest of the people in the coffee shop to see a small black BMW twisted up in a large red F-150 in the middle of the intersection.
"KAYLA!!! YOU KICKED THAT SKANK'S ASS!" Mike must have had coffee.
I was sore all over my body, and Mike wasn't making it any better. I shoved him off the bed and got up. I could hardly stand up. I braced myself against the end table and maintained balance.
"Thank you, Michael, for breaking every bone in my body," I said smugly.
"No problemo." He winked. I followed him downstairs and sat down at the table. Joey and Jakob threw questions left and right before I could begin to answer the first one.
"Boys, please, let her eat first." Adie shooed them back into the living room.
The phone rang and it was someone I didn't expect- my uncle Stan.
Billie handed me the phone.
"Hello?"
"Your mom is pissed. She wants to bring you home."
I dropped my spoon into my bowl of Frosted Flakes. "No fucking way!"
"Yeah."
"Tell her I am about to start a fucking tour!"
"She knows! Kayla, she's worried about you. First the anorexia-"
"It was NOT anorexia!"
"Whatever! First that, then the fight! It's all over the news here!"
I kicked my chair back and walked out of the kitchen into the foyer and sat on the stairs.
"Stan, I'm not coming home. She can fly out here and pick me up and I STILL won't come home. I'm almost 18 years old AND I have a fucking tour to do. I don't have to answer to her when it comes to my career. She just doesn't wanna look bad!"
"Kayla-"
"No! I'm staying in Oakland!" I hung up and punched the wall. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Billie peeked around the corner.
"You okay?" he asked. My knuckle was bleeding, but I didn't say anything.
"So what's the verdict?"
"No verdict. I'm staying right here." I stood up, put the phone back on the jack and grabbed my keys. "I'm going to Starbuck's."
"Kayla, hold on!" Billie called.
"I'm coming back later, chill out," I grunted and walked out the door.
I got to Starbuck's and ordered my usual Orange Mocha Frappucino and sat down to clear my head. My mom was totally losing her mind. Had been since Grandaddy got sick. I heard my "White and Nerdy" ringtone and answered the phone. It was Luca.
"Hello beautiful. How are you?" he asked.
I smiled. Finally some relief. "Fine, you?"
"Just missing you. I'm going back to Italy next Saturday for my father's birthday. Isn't one of your concerts in Varesea?"
"Yeah, next Saturday actually. You gonna bring your parents or something?"
"And my little sister. She loves you."
I laughed. "I'm glad I'll get to see you. Things are crazy right now."
"Tell me about it."
I explained the phone call from my uncle and the fight with Jody the night before.
"Well, she has every right to be upset."
"I know that, but Jesus Christ, I'm almost 18. I'd be moving out anyway. She's trying to make me come home. I'm not leaving. Music is my life now, well, apart from you, dear." I smirked and giggled.
He laughed. "I understand. You have your passion, stick to it."
"Thanks. I gotta get back before Billie thinks I drove over a cliff or something."
"Okay. I love you." He said soothingly.
"Love you too, baby." We hung up and I was about to get up when I heard a sickening crash and the sound of twisted metal and screeching tires. I looked out the window with the rest of the people in the coffee shop to see a small black BMW twisted up in a large red F-150 in the middle of the intersection.
