Damn I really had it bad.
Chapter Eighteen
BLYTHE
Speeding to the jail I couldn’t focus on anything, but what the hell counselor Rosewood’s wife said. I could hardly sleep last night and my only goal this morning was to see my momma and get some answers. How the hell did she know my family. Her words were stuck like glue in my mind. Ruined her life for the third time? How? What was she talking about? I never knew her before I met her husband. And she called me a whore like my momma and poor excuse of a human like my brother. What did she know? Who the fuck was she really?
So, my focus was figuring that out, today. I didn’t care that it wasn’t my normal visitation day. I needed answers. My life was spiraling and I felt like a freight train was rushing toward me full speed.
Sitting at the table my knee bounced violently. My palms were sweaty and I was getting a massive headache. Why was all this shit happening at the same damn time. My only goal was to get my momma home and make partner, but my past was chasing me down and progressively gaining on me.
“Baby girl? What’s wrong? Why are you here?” I looked up into the worried eyes of my momma. She had her hair up in a high bun and her skin glowed like she did a face routine. I didn’t even hear her approach but looking at her made me calm down a little bit.
“Hey momma, sorry to be here when it isn’t our scheduled day, but I need to ask you some questions.”
“It’s fine baby. What’s wrong?”
“Do you know who Linda Rosewood is?” She frowned and her eyes shifted as if she was searching her memory bank for answers. Sitting down in front of me she still looked confused.
“Rosewood, Rosewood, Rosewood. I don’t know love. Who is she? Should I know her?”
“The only thing I know about her is she is Counselor Steve Rosewood’s wife.”
“Oh, the gentleman that helped with my case? Okay. Did something happen? What’s going on Blythe? I feel like you are dancing around the issue.”
“There is a lot, and I promise to explain later but she came to my job yesterday screaming about me fucking my way to the top, excuse my language. And ruining her life for the third time. Momma I never knew her until I met her husband and did some research on his family. She was also screaming about me being a whore like my momma and a poor excuse of a human like my sorry ass brother. I couldn’t figure out how she would know who my momma is or my brother.” I put my face in the palm of my hands. What the hell was going on.
“Hey, don’t worry baby. I will be home soon, and we will fix whatever all this is.” She pulled my hand away from my face and patted it gently.
“Yes ma’am. I just feel like something bad is gonna happen. She looked crazy, with her wild curly red hair and blue eyes. And that accent. She can’t be from here.”
“Accent?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Baby does she have a scar above her left eyebrow?”
“Yea. Do we know her momma?” I sat up in my chair hoping she knew something, anything.
“That sounds like Calvin’s sister. But her last name is Williams. Linda Williams.” Alarms sounded in my head. She knows exactly who my family was. My momma killed her brother. So that makes two times I may have played a part in her demise, but what is the third?
“Jesus. Momma, her husband is my sub.”
“What the hell is a sub, Blythe Renee Livingston?” I smiled subtly at her deep frown.
“I will explain I promise. We don’t have enough time. I just needed to come get some answers. Thank you, momma. Truly.” I stood and embraced her.
“And she’s hugging first. Oh yes child you better explain as soon as I get out of this nasty ass place.” I chuckled before walking her to the main cell door and seeing her off.
This was all a tangled mess. Why the hell didn’t I know they were related. Making it to my car I pulled out my Dom phone and dialed Counselor Rosewood. It rang twice before sending me to voicemail. Before I could dial again a text came through.
Rosewood: Hey, can’t talk right now boarding a plane. But we need to talk as soon as possible. Please.
Mistress Venin: Call me as soon as you return, don’t bullshit me or you will regret it.
Rosewood: Yes, Mistress Venin
I had tasked him with finding out why Lloyd was in my house and finding the other villain from my past, Wylder. But I didn’t know if I trusted him anymore. I remember seeing him in a picture with Lloyd, but I thought it was related to the office. Now I wasn’t so sure. I guess I would find out soon.