Chapter 67
67
SHILOH
It’s two days before Thanksgiving and I don’t know what the fuck to do to snap Toby out of this funk he fell into after his graduation and showdown with his mother last week. With the campus closing after classes finish today, Don and I are planning on heading back to Kink Manor to stay through the weekend in Toby’s room. Considering the rent is paid up through the end of the year, Eli said the landlord doesn’t need to know whether Toby is staying here or there.
My phone pings with the notification for the house group chat, so I open it up. I have it set to only notify me if someone tags me because Lucky has been spamming the chat lately with his letters to Santa. It’s adorable, but seventeen different wishlists over the span of an hour is a little much.
GamerSwitch:
@ShyKitten are you guys still planning on coming over for Thanksgiving?
AdorableAce:
Shy Shy you HAVE to
I haven’t seen you in FOREVER
DaddySpencer:
don’t let him guilt u into coming
he just wants more people to push his santa agenda
AdorableAce:
DADDY!!!!!
ur not supposed to tell them!
I have to smile at their antics. Spencer finding Lucky, or rather Lucky stumbling upon us, was probably the best thing to ever happen to Kink Manor, or hell, Manor Drive as a whole. Him discovering his little side has brought so much light and laughter and love to all of us in the last year. I hope it continues.
GamerSwitch:
as cute as you are @AdorableAce there was a reason I was asking
is the pup still planning on helping me cook? if not, I gotta get started soon to get it all taken care of
PanPup:
I’ll cook
lemme order a uber 2 cum over
ShyKitten:
@PanPup just come to the shop after class
Owner is closing up as soon as classes r done 2day
we r planning on staying at KM thru the weekend. did u 4get?
PanPup:
k
I run to the restroom so that Don doesn’t notice the tears that I can’t hold back anymore. I’m not sad as much as I’m fucking livid. That bitch broke my sweet and happy Toby and just flew back to Hicksville, Redneck Country to let the people who love him pick up the pieces. At least when she was shipping him off before, she didn’t say anything.
Splashing water on my face, I check out my reflection in the mirror and decide it’s good enough. If nothing else, it will look like I had a panic attack again. They’re not as common as they used to be, even if they still happen way more often than I wish they did.
When I get back to my table, I notice a new text message alert.
Mr. Jones:
You and your men are welcome to join us in Florida for the holiday if you would like.
He attached a photo of him with his granddaughters posing in the middle of a game of mini golf. I’m so glad he’s happy and not lonely anymore. I always worried about him so much after I went to live with Michael.
Me:
Enjoy the sunshine with the girls. My guys and I already have plans
Mr. Jones:
Tell Donald to close the damn shop and go get your freak on until the campus opens up on Monday morning
I damn near choke on my hot chocolate and Don looks over in alarm. I wave away his concern with my phone while I mop up what I spit onto the table with some napkins.
Me:
MR. JONES!
Mr. Jones:
Dad went to the restroom. This is Becca. We all want you to be happy Shy
Me:
Thanks, Bex. Happy Thanksgiving
Mr. Jones:
u2
“You alright?” Don’s voice startles me and I look up to see the shop is empty. He’s even sent Sid home, and I know that guy doesn’t have anywhere to go. Something happened back home for him, and his family understands and isn’t pushing him to come back. His dad was here a few weeks ago with his youngest siblings to go to a hockey game as a family, so I know the issues aren’t related to his parents.
“Did you invite Sid to Kink Manor for Thanksgiving?”
Don chuckles at my attempt to change the topic, but he nods. “He already made plans to go with Jesse to his family’s house up near Youngstown.”
“That’s good,” I mutter and Donnie’s brow furrows in concern while I stare at my phone. I can’t stop worrying about our pup and what we could possibly do to help him move forward from the shit his mother pulled.