she just laugh or sob? “Please say something, Pipes. Please.”
The line goes dead. I call back over and over, but she won’t answer. But she did pick up the phone, so I think that technically counts as progress.
I call again in the morning a little earlier than I normally do, hoping that she’ll be too sleepy to remember that she hates me. Two calls turns into three, which turns into ten and I would just give up, but I can’t. If Piper answered once, she’ll do it again. Eventually. C’mon lucky number eleven.
“Hi,” she whispers after a few seconds of silence.
“Hi, Piper.” Fuck, what do I say now? I guess apologizing profusely can’t hurt. “Look, I’m—”
“Sorry?” she interrupts me. “Yeah, I heard you the first time. That’s not why I’m taking your call.”
“Oh.”
“Do you know where she is?” Holy shit, I wasn’t prepared for her voice to sound this horrible.
“Maya? She’s okay. Isaac has her.”
Piper sighs in relief. I wonder what she thought happened. “Isaac has her. What the hell does that even mean?”
“It means they’re staying at a hotel downtown.”
“And she’s okay?” Piper croaks.
“Yeah. He brought in a doctor that first day. She did have pneumonia and she’s on antibiotics now. She looks pretty good, the black eye is basically gone.”
“You saw her?”
“Yesterday. I tried to convince her to call you, but she wouldn’t budge.”
“Why?” Piper asks. She sounds so distraught, this is awful.
“She said you’ll eventually pick up for me if she didn’t. Obviously, she was right, but I think she’s kind of embarrassed too because of the whole… spying on you thing. And because your father knows about… you know, that weird kinky shit.”
“He won’t tell me anything. Anything . He won’t even take my calls.” Piper hardly ever cries. All I can think about when she does is making it stop. There’s nothing I can do now. “I don’t understand,” she whispers. “I just don’t understand.”
“Isaac went to see your father after I told him what Luke did. They came up with some sort of arrangement for Maya to meet him at that party and if she wanted to go, she could.”
“That just doesn’t make any sense. You’re sure you saw her, you’re positive that she’s with Isaac, not shipped off to some nunnery or something, if those still exist. Or locked away in a psych ward?” Piper’s vivid imagination is certainly not a blessing right now. She sounds so terrified and confused. I can’t imagine what she must be going through.
“I’m positive. 100%,” I try to assure her, but she doesn’t trust me. “I should have taken a picture or something. Maya is safe Pipes, I swear on my life. She’s okay.” And I will force her to fucking call you. This is bullshit.
“I still don’t get it. Why would my father help Isaac?”
“Uh… look they don’t want me to tell you this, but I don’t give a shit. Your dad is working with the FBI or some agency that’s investigating Isaac’s father. Baron Kavanagh. You know who that is, right?”
“Isaac’s father is Baron fucking Kavanagh?” she exclaims.
“Yes.”
“Holy shit, that guy is really fucking creepy.” I really hope you have no idea just how creepy. “Holy fucking shit. No wonder Maya would never tell me his last name. So, what, they’re like working together now?”
“I don’t really know the whole story. Isaac doesn’t either, he refuses to see that investigator while Maya’s still sick and… okay, you can’t say anything about this. Not for me, or Isaac, or Maya, but for your dad. He doesn’t want Isaac to go in yet anyway because there are some loose ends to tie up, whatever the fuck that means. It sounds a little shady, but maybe it’s not. I really don’t know. Some sort of business deal with your father, Baron, and Gloria that went down a long time ago.”
“Gloria? Gloria Monroe ? What the fuck does she have to do with anything?” Shit. Piper
The line goes dead. I call back over and over, but she won’t answer. But she did pick up the phone, so I think that technically counts as progress.
I call again in the morning a little earlier than I normally do, hoping that she’ll be too sleepy to remember that she hates me. Two calls turns into three, which turns into ten and I would just give up, but I can’t. If Piper answered once, she’ll do it again. Eventually. C’mon lucky number eleven.
“Hi,” she whispers after a few seconds of silence.
“Hi, Piper.” Fuck, what do I say now? I guess apologizing profusely can’t hurt. “Look, I’m—”
“Sorry?” she interrupts me. “Yeah, I heard you the first time. That’s not why I’m taking your call.”
“Oh.”
“Do you know where she is?” Holy shit, I wasn’t prepared for her voice to sound this horrible.
“Maya? She’s okay. Isaac has her.”
Piper sighs in relief. I wonder what she thought happened. “Isaac has her. What the hell does that even mean?”
“It means they’re staying at a hotel downtown.”
“And she’s okay?” Piper croaks.
“Yeah. He brought in a doctor that first day. She did have pneumonia and she’s on antibiotics now. She looks pretty good, the black eye is basically gone.”
“You saw her?”
“Yesterday. I tried to convince her to call you, but she wouldn’t budge.”
“Why?” Piper asks. She sounds so distraught, this is awful.
“She said you’ll eventually pick up for me if she didn’t. Obviously, she was right, but I think she’s kind of embarrassed too because of the whole… spying on you thing. And because your father knows about… you know, that weird kinky shit.”
“He won’t tell me anything. Anything . He won’t even take my calls.” Piper hardly ever cries. All I can think about when she does is making it stop. There’s nothing I can do now. “I don’t understand,” she whispers. “I just don’t understand.”
“Isaac went to see your father after I told him what Luke did. They came up with some sort of arrangement for Maya to meet him at that party and if she wanted to go, she could.”
“That just doesn’t make any sense. You’re sure you saw her, you’re positive that she’s with Isaac, not shipped off to some nunnery or something, if those still exist. Or locked away in a psych ward?” Piper’s vivid imagination is certainly not a blessing right now. She sounds so terrified and confused. I can’t imagine what she must be going through.
“I’m positive. 100%,” I try to assure her, but she doesn’t trust me. “I should have taken a picture or something. Maya is safe Pipes, I swear on my life. She’s okay.” And I will force her to fucking call you. This is bullshit.
“I still don’t get it. Why would my father help Isaac?”
“Uh… look they don’t want me to tell you this, but I don’t give a shit. Your dad is working with the FBI or some agency that’s investigating Isaac’s father. Baron Kavanagh. You know who that is, right?”
“Isaac’s father is Baron fucking Kavanagh?” she exclaims.
“Yes.”
“Holy shit, that guy is really fucking creepy.” I really hope you have no idea just how creepy. “Holy fucking shit. No wonder Maya would never tell me his last name. So, what, they’re like working together now?”
“I don’t really know the whole story. Isaac doesn’t either, he refuses to see that investigator while Maya’s still sick and… okay, you can’t say anything about this. Not for me, or Isaac, or Maya, but for your dad. He doesn’t want Isaac to go in yet anyway because there are some loose ends to tie up, whatever the fuck that means. It sounds a little shady, but maybe it’s not. I really don’t know. Some sort of business deal with your father, Baron, and Gloria that went down a long time ago.”
“Gloria? Gloria Monroe ? What the fuck does she have to do with anything?” Shit. Piper
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