#drunk call

He holds her as the Lyft drives off still staring at the ringing phone and the bastard's face. He is turn between answering it and telling him off and just letting it go to voice mail.

"It is Claire's call, literally." A voice in his head says.

"But, ye canna let him hurt her again." Another voice responds. He sighs holding the still ringing phone. He pictures a cartoon from his childhood. An angel on one shoulder. A devil on the other. But, in modern times, there is a third option. He is just drunk and ragey at him to do it. He walks through his front door and starts up the stairs. His da's voice stops him.

"Jamie, we need to talk."

"Let me put her down first. I'll be right back." At his da's nod, he continues up. He lays her on the bed and slips her heels off. He then picks up her phone and fires off a quick text to Randall. He hits sent before he can change his mind. He then heads down to join his da.

"Jamie, I need to ken that you took good care of yer sister and Claire tonight. I know ye are all adults but quite young ones."

"I did da. Faith and I wanted to take Claire out to help her get over that bastard. I promised Faith before we left I would see them safe. We took a Lyft there and back.'

"Good son but there is more then that to seeing her safe."

"I ken da. I tried. And then he had to bloody call her."

"What?"

He explains including telling him what he texted.

"Oh son." Brian says shaking his head.

Claire wakes the next morning feeling quite whopsy. The loud ringing of her phone's text alert didn't help. She reaches for it with half closed eyes. When she sees all the missed texts and calls from Frank, she groans. What did he want. Then she opens them.

Alice had taken the call from Rebekah over by the snack table. “You are supposed to be here, not at the house.” She sighed exasperatedly. “I got all dressed up, and now you want me to leave? Although I do have to admit it is not as fun being here without you.”