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D Appointment:Shit, babe, that came out of nowhere.
I closed my eyes and willed myself not to cry. It was the “babe.” Somewhere in the last month, he’d started calling me that, and even though my rational brain had known he probably called a lot of women the same thing, my irrational brain had thought I was special.
D Appointment:You wound me.
I barked out a laugh. “Please don’t be sweet and funny,” I begged even though he couldn’t hear me.
Me:Please don’t be. You are great. Your dick is great. The sex is great. I just don’t have time for sex anymore. Not right now.
D Appointment:You’re great too, babe. Hit me up if you need me again.
Me:I will.
But I knew that I definitely wouldn’t.
23
Dominick
I leanedagainst the hood of my car as I watched the woman from family services come out of my mom’s trailer and head for her vehicle.
That’s it?
“Wait,” I yelled as I ran over to her. “You’re not going to take Spencer with you?”
She sighed, but it wasn’t out of disappointment or sadness. It was out of irritation. She held up a hand. “Sir, this doesn’t concern you.”
“Like hell it doesn’t. That’s my brother in there,” I said, pointing to the trailer home. “He deserves better.” I deserved better.
A look of sympathy finally passed over her face. “You’re right. He does. But there is food in the fridge, your brother is clean, and he has clothes on his back.” She stepped around me. “I’m sorry. There’s nothing more I can do.”
I spun around and watched helplessly as she got in her car and drove away. I kicked the dirt under my feet and yelled, “Goddammit.”
When Spencer had called me that family services was here because someone at the hospital had made a complaint, I had gotten my hopes up way too high. If I had known she was coming, I wouldn’t have bought groceries for my brother yesterday even though I knew that was only part of it.
The screen door squeaked, and Marjorie stepped out. “What are you yelling about out here?”
My bitch of a mother had all the luck. Today, she had showered and put on makeup because her loser boyfriend was taking her to the casino. It was also why she wasn’t as drunk as she normally was.
If only the social worker had come yesterday.
“Nothing,” I said, finally answering her despite her knowing exactly why I was pissed.
“Good. Then, can you get your stupid car out of the way, so we can leave?”
“Send Spencer out here, and I’ll do just that.”
“Spence,” she yelled over her shoulder. Then, she turned back to me and pointed a finger. “You’re not taking him anywhere. He’d better be here when I get back home.”
“Yeah, yeah, I fucking know.”
She laughed and moved out of the way for Spencer to come out.
“Hey,” he said as he jogged over.
“What did the social worker say?”
Spencer shrugged. “Not much. The usual.”
