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I groan.
DaddyAttyAndy:I do like a sweet brat.
DaddyHandsome:I remember.
DaddyAttyAndy:Hey, I gotta get back to it, but text me any time, ‘kay?
DaddyHandsome:will do! See you this weekend!
Ugh. I hate that Kevin was right. I need to get back out into the world and stop wallowing in my grief. Stop my self-pity. Live my life again.
Andy: Thanks, man.
Kevin: Anytime <3
I snort again and shake my head. I don’t know what the hell I’d do with myself without him, but sometimes Daddies need to be taken care of too. Especially when they forget themselves.
8
TREVOR
My alarm blaresand I pop up, but it’s not my alarm. My phone rings and vibrates from the nightstand, and I glare at it. I planned on sleeping in since I’m off the weekend from both jobs.
MOM flashes across my screen and I answer it.
“Hey?”
“I need you to come in and work. I know?—”
“No.” My hands sweat and I shake.
“Claire, Bobby, and Ronald all called in. I need someone on clean-up crew, you know?—”
“I asked for this weekend off. I’m not?—”
Mom huffs. “It’s just until 4:30. Then Kim said she can come in. Liam said your thing doesn’t even start until tonight, so you can work.”
“Liam doesn’t know anything. I have plans, mother. I’mnotcoming in.”
“It’s just until 4:30! I need you Trevor. I called everyone else first.”
“No.” I’m more forceful than intended and I’m tempted to hang up on her.
“You’re so damn irresponsible. I need you and you’re running off to who knows what?”
My stomach twists. I’m not irresponsible. My face heats. I lick my lips and swallow back the irritation. “Fine, but I’m leaving atexactly4:30, whether Kim shows up or not.”
“Thanks. See you shortly. Trash is already piling up.” She huffs out a noise before hanging up on me.
I flop back and stare at the ceiling. Why can’t I just stand my ground with her? She knows how to press all my buttons and I hate it.
My phone says it’s 9am, so technically Ididget to sleep, but not as much as I had wanted. I wanted to sleep until at least noon. What luxury? But it’s not for me, apparently.
We planned dinner for 5:00pm and leaving the carnival at 4:30, I’ll never make it there in time. I’ll need a shower before heading out because no one wants to smell me after sweating in the heat for hours. Then it’ll take an hour to get out there. By then, it’ll be time to get ready and meet up at Playful Pleasures.
I pull up the forum on my phone and type up the saddest words.
RaccoonBandit:::cries:: I can’t make it to dinner. BUT I WILL BE THERE TO PLAY!!!
