Knock Me Out

Chapter 82

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I'm lying on my bed on top of the big bear Chris got me on Valentine's day. I got my earbuds on, which are connected to my phone.

"So... I was at Eldridge's place today." I say to Chris.

"Oh yeah? Why?" he asks.

"Well, I was in the park with Megan and Sean this afternoon when his daughter called and invited me over. She said he needed help, so I went over to check on them." I say.

"And?" He asks.

"He does need help. He's falling apart and his daughter is... I don't know. She's turning into the me I used to be... I guess. She lacks the attention of a parent figure in her life."

"I did tell you that he needed help, but you probably thought I was talking nonsense cause I didn't like him." He says.

"You did? I don't remember you..." I start, but then it comes back to me. He did tell me that Eldridge wasn't okay and he gave me a number. "Sorry you're right. You did. I wonder where I put that number you gave me."

"I think I saw it in the drawer of your nightstand." He says. "You should make that call."

"You wouldn't mind? Me helping him and all?" I ask biting down unto my bottom lip.

"No, of course not. That's why I gave you the number isn't it? So you can help him." He answers.

"Okay. I think I'll make that call later."

"What's wrong with Megan?" He suddenly asks. "I know there's something wrong. There's something you two aren't telling me."

"Well... Yes. There is something wrong, but that's not for me to tell babe. I think Megan will tell you everything herself when she's ready." I say after a while of silence.

"She's not pregnant. Is she?" He asks.

"What? No, she's not. Besides, would it be a bad thing if she was pregnant?" I asks curiously.

"Well, yes!" He shouts before I even finish my sentence. "She's a nineteen year old student without a job. She still has a lot to figure out. In two to three years it will probably be a different story."

"Whatever you say mister overprotective." I say sarcastically. "Would you say the same thing if I was pregnant?"

"It depends." He says after a short silence.

"On what?"

"Who the father is of course. If I'm the father then there won't be a problem, but it will be a big problem if it's someone else." He says casually.

"You are such a hypocrite. You know that?" I chuckle.

"I know and I'm not denying that. I want at least twelve children." He says softly.

"What the fuck?! You better be kidding." I say shocked.

"No, I'm not. I want as many children as we can have. The first one should be a son. He will have a hot body like mine."

"And my smile and my fighting skills."

"Yeah, so he can beat up anyone who bothers his siblings."

"Haha, yeah." I laugh. "I love you so much Christian. I will never be able to understand why I ever denied this fact." I say truthfully.

"I love you more babe. God knows I do." He whispers.

"I know babe. I know."

"We should probably get off the phone so you can make that call before you fall asleep?" He says making it sound more like a question.

"Yeah. I'll call you in the morning okay?"

"Okay, I'll be waiting. Good night beautiful."

"Good night handsome." I say before I hang up.

I find the phone number in the drawer and dial it. I don't know if I should be scared or not for what I'll find out.

Why couldn't Chris just tell me what it is? Cause he obviously knows more than I do.

"Good evening." A male voice says at the other end of the line.

"Good evening. Hi... um. My name is...-"

"Chanielle Righters and you finally decided to call cause things are getting out of hand." The guy says filling my sentence.

"Uuh... sort off." I say. "Can I first know who you are?"

"You don't know the person you're calling?" He jokes and I chuckle. "Well my name is Dr. Stan and I'm Mr Dawes' personal doctor, psychiatrist, whatever, whatever."

"Oh... okay.. um. Who's Mr Dawes exactly?" I ask confused.

"That would be your friend Eldridge." He says.

"Oh yeah... right." I say feeling like this conversation is getting more awkward by the second. Maybe it's just me. I don't know.

"I must say. I gave up expecting your call after all this while, but I'm glad you finally did."

"Why? Can you tell me what's going on with him?"

"Well... we believe that you are the only one who can still help him. We've tried everything we could to help him since his wife died, but nothing helped unil you came along. The short period of time that you two were friends, was the only period of time when he was calm ever since the death of his wife. And when you left... he went back to destroying everything in his home and being a... not so good parent . As we speak he hasn't eaten in days and we're scared he might starve himself to death." He explains.

When he stops talking it stays silent. I can't bring myself to saying a word. How did I not know this before?

"Because you were too busy to care!" My subconscious screams at me.

Yeah. I was too busy to pay attention.

"I got him to eat some chips and soup today. But... Why is he doing this?" I ask with a lump in my throat. My voice is barely audible.

"He is... traumatized and depressed. He doesn't know how to handle his wife's death. He doesn't know how to get over it..." he answers and continues after a short while. "But you can help him."
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