*)O(*So I'm going to try uploading in whatever segments I get whenever I decide I have the energy to write, so here is the next tid-bit.
Also, my word processor isn't working, and won't be coming back, so it'll be really difficult to write until I get another computer.*)O(*
Sophia hadn't been happy when Raph showed up, but at least it was something and after a great deal of attitude and even a small simple lecture from the largest of the turtles. Sophia was pacified and had agreed to try to work through her temper better next time, apologizing for her attitude earlier. Emotionally exhausted already, Tabitha headed to bed after awkwardly shooing Raph out of her apartment and into the night air. He'd tried to stick around after talking with Sophia, but Tabitha needed some peace and the large turtle was anything but peaceful with all of his pacing around her living room.
She retired to her bed and tossed and turned for what felt like hours,
The phone rang. She'd never changed the default ringer so it was an annoyingly loud sound, like a bell alarm clock. As she opened her eyes, though they felt like sandpaper, she wondered just who would have the nerve to call her at this time of night. She didn't know the exact time but she knew it couldn't have been long after she'd finally nodded off. Glaring at the flashing lights coming from her screen she swiped to answer and managed to growl out, "Who the hell is this?"
"Miss Tabitha-Lynn?"
"Who wants to know at…" She checked the time, still squinting and glaring. "Four in the morning?"
"Ma'am, my name is Tracy Elwood. I work at the prison. I understand this isn't the best time to call you, but I have some bad news."
"Prison? What's wrong?"
"Just to confirm you are Miss Tabitha-Lynn Carter, correct?"
"Yes, now tell me about my sister." She huffed, sitting up finally and trying to focus.
"Ma'am I'm sorry to inform you that your sister, Amy Carter, has passed away." Tabitha shook her head. No, that wasn't right. Amy had never been one to cause trouble after being sober in jail for a few weeks. There wouldn't have been anyway for her to get hurt. It didn't make sense. "Miss Carter?" Tabitha remained mute. "Miss Carter, are you there?" Tracy asked a few times before Tabitha could answer. "I'm here… What… How did she…?"
"It seems that your sister got a hold of some illegal contraband and overdosed on pain killers and Xanax. We are currently-"
Tabitha stopped listening. It had been her addiction in the end. Her sister had died at her own hands and now she would have Sophia forever. She didn't mind raising her, but she'd always held hope that one day Amy would come back and be healthy again, able to take back over. She didn't wish it all for her own sake.
Sophia loved her mom, as any child loves their mother. Regardless of the mistreatment and the neglect, Sophia still looked to her mom as any child did and this was going to devastate her. How could she tell her? What did you say to someone that young to try to get them to understand that they would never see their mom again?