They Asked for My Dads のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

The second I finished, a sharp slap cracked.Before I could react, my face was already on fire."Who do you think you're threatening? Go on—call them if you've got the guts!"Vivian's father—Graham Cobbley—stood by the hospital bed, hand still raised, eyes cold with rage.Mr. Todd rushed over, all fawning smiles. "Please, Mr. Cobbley. We'll handle this. The school's taking it very seriously. Riley won't get away with it."He spun on me. "Riley Ray! Look what you did to Vivian! Call your parents. Now. Do you even know her father's the richest man in Northbridge?"I lowered my head, nails digging into my palm.I thought about what my dads taught me, then looked up."So what if he's rich? She cornered me in the bathroom, shoved my head in a toilet, and ripped my clothes—"I didn't even get to finish.Vivian clung to her mom on the bed, crying."Mom! She's lying! I just asked about homework, and she said I didn't deserve to study—that even a dog's smarter than me. Then she pushe

Early next morning, the guy I hired showed up.Middle-aged. The name was Charlie.Right before we hit the school gates, I ran him through the plan one more time.He took the cash and nodded. Easy.We hadn't even made it to class when—of course—Vivian.Her eyes dragged over Charlie, slow and judgmental. Then she laughed. "Wow. Who's this? He screams paid actor."My heart stuttered.She sneered and walked off as she'd already won.At the start of the parent-teacher meeting, they were supposed to invite the top student to the front.But the one who stood was Linda. "My daughter Vivian has worked very hard this semester..."A parent nearby flipped through a report card, frowning. "Isn't Riley number one?"Linda heard. Of course she did. She turned, a smile locked in place."Speaking of Riley." A beat. Calm, smooth. "Her 'top score' came from copying Vivian."The room went dead quiet.She glanced at me. "And this child's guardians are death row inmates from Northbridge Maximum

The whole place went dead quiet.All 108 of them stepped forward. Boots hit like drums.Graham went pale. His lips shook, but nothing came out.Vivian shrank back under their stare—then still tried to sneer. "What are you staring at? They're just death row inmates. Who are you trying to scare?""Shut up!" Graham slapped her. His whole body shook.Vivian froze, clutching her cheek. "Dad! You hit me?!"He didn't even look at her. He turned to Dad One, voice breaking. "I didn't raise her right. I'm sorry. Please... forgive us."Dad One didn't answer.He raised a hand, pointing at the blood on my forehead—then the scraps on the floor."Graham Cobbley." His voice stayed even. "Twenty years ago, I saved your life. You said you owed me."Graham went ghost-pale."Today," Dad One went on, "your daughter made mine beg and eat off the floor."He pointed at me again. "Her head's split. She stinks."Graham's legs buckled. He hit his knees. "I—""I won't make this complicated," Dad One

The next day, right after school, I stepped out of the gate—and a few thugs blocked my way."Riley, right?" The bald guy up front had a cigarette dangling from his mouth. "Come with us."I backed up a step. "Who are you?""The Cobbleys sent us." He flashed a nasty grin. "You snapped my niece's wrist yesterday. Time to settle the score."Kent Tuckey.My grip tightened on my backpack strap. My brain spun.None of my dads were in Northbridge. Dad One had taken off at dawn—an emergency mission.Even if I called, it'd take a full day.Way too late."Well?" he said.Kent stepped in, closing the gap. "Leave now, or I’ll have my way with you right here."The crowd peeled back fast. No one stepped in.I took a breath. "I'll go."Kent paused, then laughed. "Well, look at that. Smart girl."They shoved me into a van. Blacked-out windows—couldn't see a thing.About twenty minutes later, it stopped in front of some run-down warehouse.They pushed me out.And there she was.Vivian.

Dad Thirty-Two didn't move. He just shifted, blocking me behind him."Dad..." I tugged his sleeve, nerves spiking.He glanced down, smiling. "It's okay."The SWAT commander stepped up, gun locked on him. "Last warning. Hands behind your head!"Dad Thirty-Two raised his hands—slow, careful, as one wrong move might spook me.Then the commander's radio crackled."Stand down. Pull out. Now."The commander blinked. "What?""Higher-ups are on site. Withdraw immediately."His face flickered, then he snapped a hand up. "Stand down!"Guns lowered. The team filed out.The warehouse fell quiet—guys groaning on the floor, Vivian crumpled in fear, just me and Dad Thirty-Two left.He dropped his hands and ruffled my hair. "Let's go home."I nodded, kinda numb, and followed him out.As I passed Vivian, she snapped her head up, eyes burning."Riley, just wait." Her voice scraped. "I'm not letting you off."Yeah, okay.I kept walking.Outside, a black sedan idled by the entrance.The