Unsocial by Dykes Nicole

Author:Dykes, Nicole [Dykes, Nicole]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-03-01T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21

Dylan

It’s the day after Thanksgiving, and I have until Monday off with the kids. I’m lying in bed awake at the ass-crack of dawn when I could be sleeping off that last piece of pie I killed at midnight. Well, I might as well run it off. I’ve always liked running, weather permitting, and so far Kansas weather this year has allowed me to keep it up, though admittedly when having to make sure four kids get off to school on time every morning hasn’t always allowed me to be consistent. Thankfully in the second garage, Jax and Luke helped me set up a full gym to stay in shape. It’s even better than the one we had in Oklahoma.

This morning the air is brisk but not terrible for a five-mile run. As I make my way through the neighborhood streets, I think about the previous day, and of course, front and center is Brooke. I can’t believe what she has done for my family. My attraction to her aside, she is the most incredible person I have ever met, and she never expects anything in return. In the back of my mind, I have to wonder why her career is so important to her. I have to wonder if her true passion is helping people like mine is with cars. But I also have to wonder if something else drives her to social work.

The fact that she cared enough to make Thanksgiving so special for us blows my mind. That was undoubtedly above and beyond the call of a social worker. But again, she’s gone above and beyond on many other occasions from the beginning. Just months ago there was no way I would have trusted her to the extent I do now. As it is nearly every situation or decision that comes up thoughts of what Brooke would think filter in, and that alone makes me crazy. And there is no way I can ignore the fact that my little sister, who was so traumatized she didn't talk for over four months, finally spoke last night. I'm still stunned and spent a lot of last night wondering if she is going to talk to me or the other kids or if it's just Brooke she feels comfortable talking to. Honestly. I don't care if she doesn't talk to me for a while as long as she keeps progressing and talking to someone, and if that someone is Brooke, then that’s fine too.

After five miles I stop in my front yard and start stretching to cool down before going inside. I'm sweaty and exhausted when I open the door and head straight to my room for a shower. Gabby walks out of her room just as I’m passing and for a moment, I freeze wondering what to do. I decide just to act normal. “Good morning, Gabby."

She gives me a small smile, and I hold my breath waiting to see if she's going to speak to me. "Morning."

Her sweet little voice nearly brings me to my already exercise-weakened knees.

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