บททั้งหมดของ Yes, Alpha Daddy: บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

BRIAN POVI have to use my lunch break to make agency calls on behalf of a girl who’s no longer on my books. I take a bite of my sandwich, cursing that I’m spending so much time on hold. I’ve a lot of people to speak with, and not a huge amount of time to do it in. The result: more of the same old shit. They’ll need her to register. They’ll need some form of ID. They’ll need to do an assessment.They’ll be able to do none of those things unless Moona actually agrees to toe the line. I’m exasperated by the time I look up Amie and Nick’s number at the end of my shift. One last shot, that’s what I tell myself. One last attempt to reason with them and get them on side enough to keep her room open for her until we can get her into these appointments.It’s Amie who answers. She sighs as she registers it’s me. I launch quickly into my monologue, telling her I know how hard they’ve worked with Moona, how much time they’ve put in, and how difficult this has been on all of them, but if sh

BRIAN POVThree days and three long nights. I’ve been calling every agency I can think of through my lunch breaks and driving around the streets looking for her every night, despite knowing full well that she’s probably long gone. I wonder how she celebrated becoming an official adult. I wonder if she celebrated at all. I found myself at Amie and Nick’s front door last night, just to check in person that they hadn’t heard anything. Their eyes said it all. They told me she’s a lost cause and it’s sad I haven’t accepted that yet. But I haven’t. I can’t. We’ve never had Moona Avii's mobile number on her case file, simply because she refused to give it to anyone, me included. It was Amie’s parting gift to me, followed up with the assurance that there’s no way the madam will answer, but it still felt like I’d been handed the Holy Grail as I left their doorstep and headed back to my car. I pulled over before I was even back in Lydney, my heart thumping as I keyed her number into

MOONA POV So many things. Way more things than Amie and Nick ever had at theirs. He heats up a pan of soup at my request, because that’s all I think I can stomach right now, and I watch him like I’ve never seen him before. His shirt is crumpled and his jacket has a patch of dry mud on the elbow. It must be from me. He has really fine hands, long fingers like he should be a pianist or something, not some charity worker. His jaw has a shadow of stubble and it really suits him. The lights in here are harsh and show the fine lines around his eyes, but they really suit him too. I’m not sure if it’s my belly rumbling, or the butterflies, or a bit of both, but I think I love this man. It’s the most crazy stupid thing to be thinking in some stranger’s house while my ex-charity-caseworker stirs a pan of chicken soup, but it’s true. If I’m honest – which I rarely am – I think I’ve loved Brian for months. I think I’ve loved him since the day he called the cops and argued with them that

MOONA POVI don’t know why I’m being like this. I don’t know why I’m pushing him away as soon as he’s walked through the fucking door, but bitchy Moona is running the show and I can’t stop myself talking shit at him. I feel a weird satisfaction in the way he looks so confused. Hurt. He looks hurt, and that’s satisfying too. I don’t know why I want him to think I’m a lazy useless bitch. I only put the TV on when I saw his car pull into the street and I don’t even watch this shitty show. I don’t know why I used a different plate for every sandwich and left them piled up around me for maximum mess. I don’t know why I’m being such a terrible cow to a man who’s only ever tried to help me. Because he doesn’t want me. Because he doesn’t love me. Because he’ll never love me.The urge to give him the finger and tell him to fuck off out of my life is strong. I feel it twisting in my belly, the urge to make him leave me and get this over with. I could scream in hi

MOONA POVBrian didn’t come back last night. I thought maybe he’d call or text, but he didn’t. I sat by the landline with his business card in my hand, flipping it over and over and wishing my stupid dumb mouth would open up enough to tell him I’m sorry. But it wouldn’t. I hate TV, so the minute Brian left I turned it right back off again. I don’t get why people like the stupid things so much. Almost every house I’ve ever set foot in has a stupid screen blaring somewhere. I’ve spent loads of time watching people stare at moving pictures on a box like big dumb shits, and I just don’t get it.When you’ve been in foster care as much as I have, you come to know it’s an easy option to palm off every kid that ever wants attention. Why don’t you just behave and watch some TV? Why don’t you sit down in front of the TV and be quiet? Why don’t you just watch the kids channel like every other kid we’ve ever taken care of?Because TV is a fucking life-stealer, you dumbfucks. TV is a fucking se