“Shit, I didn’t think about that. So we’ll find you a class and get you signed up.”
“I also need a parent to sign the application. And Brock refuses to tell me where my dad is.”
“Why won’t he tell you?”
“He doesn’t want me trying to go see him. But even if I knew where he was, I still couldn’t see him. They don’t allow visitors. And they take their phones away so I can’t even call him.”
“There’s gotta be a way to get in touch with him. You sure the place he’s at wouldn’t let you talk to him? Even just for few minutes?”
“Maybe, but I don’t know who to call.”
“There’s no one else you could ask besides Brock?”
“I can’t think of anyone. My mom used to know where he was, but she’s gone now.”
“There’s gotta be someone else who would know. His agent? Manager?”
“I don’t know them.”
“Did he have a girlfriend?”
“Not that I know of. I really don’t know that much about him.”
Jackson’s phone rings, and he checks to see who’s calling. “I need to take this in the other room.”
“Go ahead.”
When he’s gone, I sit on the couch and try to think of how to find my dad. I need to talk to him. Find out how long he’ll be in rehab. If he’ll be out soon, I want to live with him. He’s an irresponsible mess who will probably go back to drinking and doing drugs, but it’s still better than living with Brock. And I wouldn’t have to go to Twisted Pine.
I have to find him. He’s the only person who can save me from this place.
Chapter 19
Jackson walks up to me in the living room. “I have to go. I need to be at practice soon.”
“Okay.” I get up. “See ya later.”
I sneak out the back and walk home on the beach, arriving in my room right as Shayla rings the bell.
Making my way through the giant house takes so long that she rings again.
“Sorry,” I say, opening the door.
“No problem.” She holds up a key. “I could’ve used this, but I didn’t think I should since I’m not working today.”
“Is your mom coming over?” I ask as she comes inside.
“Probably not. She usually doesn’t work on Saturdays unless Brock is entertaining and needs her to clean.”
“Let’s go to my room. I need to change.”
“It’s weird being here and not working. I feel like I should be dusting or something.”
We go into my room and shut the door.
“So where do you want to go?” I ask.
“I was thinking lunch and then maybe to the beach?”
