But really... Fuck. Me.
That perfect body wrapped up in my favorite sweet treat from a carnival.
‘When life gets interesting.’
– Grey’s Secret Thoughts.
Chapter 7
Grey
I stared at the expense reports for Bliss, trying to get my head into the paperwork I needed to take care of.
But that wasn’t where my head was at.
No, it was on my sister.
Which was why I placed the reports down on the desk and tagged my phone.
For the next ten minutes, I knew that I was twisting my phone back and forth, back and forth.
Did I call the clinic over on Havenship Lane and ask if my sister checked herself in?
Or did I just let it fucking be?
Let it all just fucking be?
I didn’t fucking know.
I tossed my phone down onto the desk, leaned back in the black leather chair, and closed my eyes.
Bringing up the main reason why I wouldn’t walk away from my sister.
“Bubby, here, take it.” My little sister tried.
I shook my head at her and tried to smile, “No. I’m okay.”
“Bubby, you're cold. Your teef are chatting.” She said as she tried to hand me her blanket.
Our mother forgot to pay the bill again.
And she forgot to pay it during the coldest week in the coldest month we had. Freaking January.
I was backed up into the one corner we had that was farthest away from any drafty windows, and the only room in our small trailer that didn’t have a hole in the roof.
The closet.
I shook my head. “You’re little, Kacie. You're more important. You wrap up tight with it. Okay?”
She shook her head.
Thankfully, after going back and forth with her, she kept the blanket.
And ever since the day I was born, up until that day, and since... no one has cared whether I was cold or not, and wanted to do anything about it.
I leaned forward in the chair and tagged my phone, scrolled to the number I had found, and pressed the button.
I put the phone on speaker as I rested my head in my hands.
