Page 20 of Heal For Me

“She’s fine. The same. A few hand twitches, but that’s it. I had someone come in and bathe her. Better than they do here.”

Letting out a sigh, I pinch the bridge of my nose. I hate that I will not see her tonight. I also hate that someone else bathed her. God, if she would just wake up.

“Parker needs some help with his school project—”

“You don’t have to be here every day,” he grumbles. “Your name is on the list for them to call if something changes.”

“I’m her boyfriend.” I seethe. Except that’s not fully true. She’s wearing a big ring on her finger that says something entirely different. I’m surprised he hasn’t mentioned it, actually. Not that it will change anything.

“Don’t fucking go there right now.”

“What is up your ass today?”

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Will you be here tomorrow?”

Of course I fucking will be, and I tell him exactly that before we hang up and head to help Parker.

“It looks like a cock.” Parker gasps between laughs.

We’ve been laughing at my latest drawing for three minutes, at least, but every time one of us sees it, we crack up.

We got a few more recruits, as in everyone in the house, so it took us no time at all to finish. Even if Janelle had to redraw several of them. She’s saved the day, and no one has yelled at each other. It’s been a really good night for what it is. I just wish Payson was here. She would love being surrounded by everyone.

I slip away to call Jethro while the others try and decide on food. He doesn’t pick up, and my anxiety spikes, but I dial the room number instead.

Expecting Jethro’s voice, I’m thrown off when a younger male voice enters my ear instead.

“Hello?” the kid says again when I don’t answer.

Who the fuck is in with my girl? And where is Jethro? “Is this Payson Murphy’s room?”

“It is. You are her coach, right?”

“I am.” My voice is a growl. “Who is this?”

“Clay Kjelberg.”

Clay. I know that name, but where—right. The guy that she told her friend she was fucking. I know the rumor was a lie, but it doesn’t stop me from hating this kid. He came to a few games, and if I remember correctly, he was taking photos.

Either he is a pervert or a photographer, and neither make me like him anymore.

“Why—”

“Stop harassing the youth,” Jethro bites through the phone. “He’s visiting his friend.”

Friend. The words his and friend should not be in the same sentence regarding Payson. I have no interest in telling Payson who she can and cannot be friends with, but I will if necessary.

Jethro is quick to fill me in on her being fine, and hangs up before I can get another word out. I’m tempted to call him back just to bitch him out but decide against it. I’ll wait until I see him again so I can punch him in the bloody face.

The room has calmed when I walk back in, and Janelle and Parker are still drawing, but the adults are leaned back in their chairs chatting. It’s a nice feeling, having a full house. I hope Payson wants a lot of kids because I would like a house full. The image of Payson swollen with my child causes me to lose my head. It makes me want to go to her and pump her full of my cum until a baby pops out, but I know that’s not logically the best idea. I should at least let her graduate high school before I baby trap her.

“What are you pissy about?” Henry asks when I drop into my seat.

“Nothing.”

Janelle looks up from her work then, studying me, and grins. “You called Payson’s room and he answered, didn’t he?”

How the fuck does she know?

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