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Authors: Scarlett Jade, Llerxt the 13th
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was ringing . “Shit,” she muttered, stumbling through the living room to the kitchen, snagging her foot on the coffee table. “Damn it to hell!” She squawked, grabbing her throbbing toes and hobbling over to the phone. She snatched the receiver out of the cradle. “Yeah?” She croaked.
“ Zoe?” A feminine voice queried.
“ Yeah. That's me. What is it?” She scratched her scalp and rubbed her eyes. She knew she sounded like a bitch and frankly she didn't give a rat's ass right now.
“ Zoe, this is Alice Taylor. Have you seen your Daddy in a few days, honey?”
“ Alice?” She tried to thumb through the recesses of her mind, searching for an Alice. “I don't know anyone named Alice...” She yawned, preparing to hang the phone up when the rest of the woman's sentence clicked in her mind. “What do you mean have I seen my Daddy?”
“ Zoe, honey. I'm his boss. He hasn't been at work in three days. We are getting worried. Is he okay? Does he need to take some time off?” Alice's voice was soothing and warm, she sounded just like a grandmother. It brought a warm and fuzzy memory to mind of baking cookies. Then reality crashed against her subconscious, shaking her out of the reverie.
“ Wait. What do you mean he hasn't been to work in three days?” She rubbed her eyes again and tried to focus. “He's been messing around with Minnie. Maybe she knows. I'll call you back. Can you give me about ten minutes, Alice?” She yawned again. Maybe he took off for the water or something, went fishing. Hell who knows.
“ Of course, honey. I'll be right here waiting.” She hung up and searched around the kitchen for a phone book. Finally locating one that was stuck to the counter, it apparently had gotten wet at some point, she flipped open to the W's. She traced one fingertip down, searching for Minnie Wilder's name. She missed it the first time through.
“ Fuck me,” she muttered, finally spotting it. “Two-two-five-four-oh-three-seven...” she muttered, punching the numbers into the phone. It rang twice before being picked up.
“ Hello?” A soft voice picked up.
“ Where is my Daddy?” She tapped her fingers on the counter.
“ Excuse me? Who is this?” The woman on the line became indignant.
“ Oh, so you have multiple people's Daddies over there? Zoe Parker. My Daddy hasn't gone to work in three days. I need to talk to him. Now.” She tapped her fingers harder, trying to stay under control.
“ Honey. He ain't here.” Her voice was solemn, not a trace of deceit in it. Fear, maybe, worry clouded it a bit.
“ What?” She felt like someone had punched her in the stomach, all the air whooshed out of her lungs. “He's not there.”
“ No, Zoe. He hasn't been here in three days. I assumed he was with you.”
“ Yeah, you and me both. Got any ideas? I thought he might have gone to the Gulf.” She twirled the cord around her fingers, trying to stem the panic clawing through her chest.
“ No, I don't. Can you let me know when you hear something?” She heard the same panic tingeing Minnie's voice.
“ Yeah. I can do that. Thanks Minnie. I'm sorry... For being a bitch.” She slammed the phone down and took a slow breath.
Amy came out from her bedroom, looking stressed. “Zoe, I need to talk to you.”
“I need to talk to you too.” She clenched the counter and leaned forward on her arms.
“ Me first, please. This will be easier if I just rip the bandage off. So, let me do it.” She was picking at a small scab on her arm and wouldn't meet Zoe's eyes. The next few words came out in a rush and they took her by surprise. “I have been sleeping with Derek since I left for New York right after high school. Every time I came down we would sneak off and fuck. I am so damn jealous of you, Zoe. You don't know how pretty you are. How good your life is. You have no idea. I wanted to have what you had, even just a little bit. I was determined to tell you. Especially after Callie...” Her
“ Zoe?” A feminine voice queried.
“ Yeah. That's me. What is it?” She scratched her scalp and rubbed her eyes. She knew she sounded like a bitch and frankly she didn't give a rat's ass right now.
“ Zoe, this is Alice Taylor. Have you seen your Daddy in a few days, honey?”
“ Alice?” She tried to thumb through the recesses of her mind, searching for an Alice. “I don't know anyone named Alice...” She yawned, preparing to hang the phone up when the rest of the woman's sentence clicked in her mind. “What do you mean have I seen my Daddy?”
“ Zoe, honey. I'm his boss. He hasn't been at work in three days. We are getting worried. Is he okay? Does he need to take some time off?” Alice's voice was soothing and warm, she sounded just like a grandmother. It brought a warm and fuzzy memory to mind of baking cookies. Then reality crashed against her subconscious, shaking her out of the reverie.
“ Wait. What do you mean he hasn't been to work in three days?” She rubbed her eyes again and tried to focus. “He's been messing around with Minnie. Maybe she knows. I'll call you back. Can you give me about ten minutes, Alice?” She yawned again. Maybe he took off for the water or something, went fishing. Hell who knows.
“ Of course, honey. I'll be right here waiting.” She hung up and searched around the kitchen for a phone book. Finally locating one that was stuck to the counter, it apparently had gotten wet at some point, she flipped open to the W's. She traced one fingertip down, searching for Minnie Wilder's name. She missed it the first time through.
“ Fuck me,” she muttered, finally spotting it. “Two-two-five-four-oh-three-seven...” she muttered, punching the numbers into the phone. It rang twice before being picked up.
“ Hello?” A soft voice picked up.
“ Where is my Daddy?” She tapped her fingers on the counter.
“ Excuse me? Who is this?” The woman on the line became indignant.
“ Oh, so you have multiple people's Daddies over there? Zoe Parker. My Daddy hasn't gone to work in three days. I need to talk to him. Now.” She tapped her fingers harder, trying to stay under control.
“ Honey. He ain't here.” Her voice was solemn, not a trace of deceit in it. Fear, maybe, worry clouded it a bit.
“ What?” She felt like someone had punched her in the stomach, all the air whooshed out of her lungs. “He's not there.”
“ No, Zoe. He hasn't been here in three days. I assumed he was with you.”
“ Yeah, you and me both. Got any ideas? I thought he might have gone to the Gulf.” She twirled the cord around her fingers, trying to stem the panic clawing through her chest.
“ No, I don't. Can you let me know when you hear something?” She heard the same panic tingeing Minnie's voice.
“ Yeah. I can do that. Thanks Minnie. I'm sorry... For being a bitch.” She slammed the phone down and took a slow breath.
Amy came out from her bedroom, looking stressed. “Zoe, I need to talk to you.”
“I need to talk to you too.” She clenched the counter and leaned forward on her arms.
“ Me first, please. This will be easier if I just rip the bandage off. So, let me do it.” She was picking at a small scab on her arm and wouldn't meet Zoe's eyes. The next few words came out in a rush and they took her by surprise. “I have been sleeping with Derek since I left for New York right after high school. Every time I came down we would sneak off and fuck. I am so damn jealous of you, Zoe. You don't know how pretty you are. How good your life is. You have no idea. I wanted to have what you had, even just a little bit. I was determined to tell you. Especially after Callie...” Her
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