All I want is nothing more,
To hear you knocking at my door,
Cause if I could see your face once more,
I could die a happy man I'm sure,
When you said your last good bye,
I died a little bit inside,
I lay in tears in bed all night,
Alone without you by my side.
ALL I WANT - STEVIE MC CRORIE (KODALINE COVER)
Theron
When my phone beeped my heart jolted. Nobody texts me far less even calls me. It's him.
I closed my eyes tightly and swallowed the sudden lump in my throat. Wrapping my arms around myself didn't stop the cold or the shakes.
I take a breath when the second one came and open the messages, my breath hitching at his typed words. My body obeying his commands before my brain could catch up. I was already in my tiny bathroom readying the cold shower to scrub my body clean for him to dirty it again.
My eyes land on Ky's little body tucked under a Pepper Pig blanket Mrs. Jones got him. The day care is closed today and I have to get Ky out of here before...
A knock on the door only sends me careening into a state of pure panic. He can't be here while Ky is here. I fearfully look through the peephole and feel so much relief that I slump against the door for a moment.
Slowly I open the door and Bobby Ray's cologne hits me first.
"What do you want?" I ask taking a fortifying breath and regretting it when my lungs fill up with his unique scent.
"My mom needs her fix again," Bobby Ray chuckles awkwardly and nodded in Ky's sleeping direction.
"Okay, y-you can drop him back at around four," I mumbled and shuffled inside and sending a silent prayer upwards.
I gently woke Ky after packing his bag and handing it to Bobby Ray. I always feel like shit for using the Jones like this but it's the only way I can keep Ky fed and safe right now so whenever Bobby Ray comes over and asks to take Ky for the day I let him.
I know I'm using them, taking advantage of their kindness but I can't see any other way right now. When Ky goes over there I know he's safe, he's fed and they buy him stuff I can't afford.
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