Interesting.
Why do you want me at your house?
Daisy
I need to talk to you
Kye
Every time you need to talk to me, you make a move on me. I can’t be near you for the sake of my own self-control.
Daisy
I don’t want to not be near you.
Kye
I am sorry, Daisy. Have I told you that? I’m sorry I left.
I hit the FaceTime call, needing to see his face, actually hear his voice, if he wasn’t coming over.
He didn’t pick up, and my heart broke.
Kye
I’m out, Daze.
I went to type out the words that I broke up with Mark and needed him, but it felt so pathetic now. I wanted to see him, tell him in person. So instead of hitting send, I headed back out for my last two hours of work, leaving my phone in the back and not checking it, even when his name came back up.
FORTY-FIVEDAISY
The house was already dark when I walked in after grabbing groceries and picking Bailey up. She had asked to see my dad, so I broke down and let him watch her for a few hours.
I held her hand harder, trying to keep her next to me as I fumbled my way into the house.
A crash came from the kitchen, the shattering glass echoing throughout the quiet house.
I dropped the groceries and grabbed Bailey, running back outside and racing to the car. My hands shook as I grabbed my phone, trying hard to focus as Bailey cried.
“It’s okay, honey, we’re okay,” I said, as the call connected.
“What do you mean, we’re okay? What’s wrong?” Kye asked.
“You’re not at my house, right?”
“No, I’m at mine. Why?”
“Because I think someone is inside mine.”
“Are you two inside?”
“No, I ran back to the car.”
“Okay, lock the doors. Did you already call the police?”
“No, I figured you could get here faster than them.” I already heard keys jingling and doors slamming.
“That’s not a lie. I’m already in the car. Did they hear you come in?”
“I’m not sure. Bailey was talking, and I did drop our stuff. I think I still see a light moving around.”
“Okay, just don’t leave the car. Lock the doors.” I hit the button and waited. Bailey was still crying hard in the back seat.
“Hand her the phone,” he said, and I did. In seconds, she was sucking in hard breaths, the crying calming down.
“Can I talk to him?” I asked, hitting the speakerphone when she held the phone out. “Are you almost here?”
“You should hear me any second now. Just don’t get out.”
He pulled up, jumping out and looking at the car with a calm smile and wave before stalking inside.
“Kye!” Bailey yelled.
“Yeah, he’s checking on the house for us, and then you can see him.”
Another five minutes later, he was back out, waving that I could get out of the car.
Bailey was already out, nearly giggling as she ran to him.
“What happened?” he asked.
“I went to walk in and heard glass shatter, so I turned and ran right back out. Was someone inside?”
“Yeah, I think so, but I’m not sure what they were doing. There’s a vase of flowers on the ground in the kitchen, but I don’t see anything else wrong. Did you call your dad?”
I chewed at my lip and looked at Bailey, who was sitting happily in his arms.
“Yeah, he should be here any second now,” I said, chewing on my lip. “Would you mind staying?”
“I wasn’t going anywhere, Daze, and you’re staying at the apartments tonight. I’ll text the crew and see where you two can sleep.”
Relief flooded me as I watched Bailey in Kye’s arms, talking to him like nothing was going on, and he didn’t give any indication there was. I leaned back against my car, taking a deep breath and trying not to cry because, for the first time in a long time, I didn’t have to handle it all on my own.
Twenty minutes later, my dad, Mark, and two other officers were flooding the yard and house. They checked everything over before my dad came over, grabbing Bailey immediately.
He asked me a few questions, general things, before turning an angry glare on Kye.
