Days In (Parrish&Darius #2)

Day 6

After the incident it was as if someone had flipped a switch and we went back in time to a few months ago, when I found Kody and all he did was scream and cry. Kody would wake up to scream at me that he hated me, calm down enough to eat and go right back to crying. When he wasn't crying he was busy hiding away under the bed, making slightly disturbing drawings of Sam.

School had to be put on hold thanks to Kody's meltdown. He was currently taking an eating break from yelling at me, under the table, because he refused to get off the floor. I was staring at him from the kitchen counter, wondering what the fuck was I going to do now and that's Dave called to apologize.

"I can't even begin to apologize for what happened." He said.

"David, quite frankly, I don't care, but tell me again how did you fucked this up so badly?"

"Sam is the kid the police found. There was an... incident at the foster home he was placed in." He explained to me that one of the bigger kids in the house played too roughly with him and Sam panicked. The foster parent called Janice, all that idiot could think about was taking Sam to David without stopping to call him and ask if he had a patient or not.

"And I'm probably going to get sued too, even though it technically wasn't my fault..." Dave eventually stopped whining about his job.

"So sorry to hear that, David, but what am I supposed to do about Kody now?" At that moment Kody apparently finished eating, because he got out from under the table and sprinted upstairs. I sighed and went to collect his plate, it was all cleared up.

At least he's eating.

"Right, I also called to give you a list of references. You can call them, get a feel of them and if any of them get your attention, let me know and I'll send them Kody's file." I heard a ruffling of paper on the other line, before his voice came through again, "do you have a pen?"

I sighed, rubbing my temples, feeling the disappointment only old people and their lack of knowledge in basic modern technology makes you feel. "David, you can just text me their numbers."

"Oh, right, I'll do that right away."

"Is that all?" I asked after a moment of silence.

"Yes... no, how is Parrish?"

"He's at work, he's... handling the situation as well as you can expect him to."

"Which is horribly, I presume."

"Yes." The longer I was on the phone with Dave the more I wanted to cuss him out, so I figured that it would be wiser to just hang up. "Well, it was horrible talking to you as always, I have to go." I hung up the phone without waiting for an answer, which I know was incredibly rude on my part but there were way more rude things that I wanted to say to him.

If anything, hanging up was the most polite thing I could do at the moment. Going upstairs to check on Kody was the next curse of action. The door of his room was open as always because he still didn't have enough self awareness to close it. From the doorway I could see his little feet sticking out from under the bed.

"Hey baby, do you, maybe, want to go out today?" I asked, earning myself a little growl and his feet retreating deeper under the bed. "Is that a no or a maybe?" I poked my head deeper into his room but didn't get an answer.

Something flew towards me from under the bed and I moved just in time to avoid a deadly duck from hitting my chest. Having Kody acting feral again was not invoking any good feeling in me.

My cub hates me.

No, he doesn't hate me, he's just a little upset. He went through something very traumatic and it's my job to help him get over it. I closed the door and headed downstairs to start making phone calls to the therapists. The first five didn't answer, their secretaries did and I did not like that. If you're going to see my child the least you can do is pick up the phone yourself.