Wyatt’s face when he saw me standing in the driveway. I knew something was wrong. My little boy was scared… utterly and completely terrified and I had no doubt that Michael was the one who had frightened him. I’d tried everything I could think of to get Wyatt to talk to me about it, but he just wouldn’t open up. I knew it was partly because of his Asperger’s. He’d always had difficulty talking about things that bothered him, but it was something more than his difficulty sharing his feelings this time. I could see it in his face… he was trying to protect me, thinking that whatever happened might upset me. I tried to convince him that he didn’t need to worry, but nothing worked. Instead of just talking to me, he’d become distant, depressed, and sad. He’d even lost interest in his video games and just sat on the sofa with his eyes glued to the TV. It broke my heart to see him hurting, and I hated that I couldn’t do something more to help him. I’d racked my brain trying to figure out what Michael might have done or said, but I knew it was pointless. Unless Wyatt opened up to me, there was nothing I could do to help him.
I had ran out of ideas until I found Wyatt digging through my purse, searching for the small phone that biker had given him at the movie theater. His face lit up when he found it, smiling wide as he studied it.
“Wyatt,” I reprimanded. His head quickly turned to me, fear crossing his face as he gripped the phone tightly in his hand. “We need to talk about that phone.”
“Okay,” he answered, looking disappointed that he’d been caught.
“Wyatt, I think it’s a good idea for you to have a phone – especially when you go over to your dad’s. But I don’t think we should use this phone, buddy. It was a thoughtful gift, but…”
“But I like this one, Momma. It’s the coolest phone ever ,” he pleaded. I looked down at the small phone and quickly realized that his pleas had nothing to do with that particular phone. It was about that biker… he wanted the phone that he had given him.
“Did your friend tell you why he gave you the phone?” I asked.
His little eyebrows furrowed when he fussed, “Mom… I told you. It’s in the vault.”
“Give me a hint here, buddy, or the phone is going back.”
“He said I should call him if I needed help,” he explained.
I wasn’t surprised by Wyatt’s answer. I think I’d known all along that the phone was his way of trying to help Wyatt, but he should’ve talked to me about it. The list of unspoken communication was adding up, and it was time for me to find out what was really going on. I didn’t know what his intentions were, but I planned to find out. I decided to pay Wyatt’s biker friend a visit, but there was only one problem – I had no idea how to find him. Knowing that she knew everything about Clallam County, I picked up the phone and called Rachel.
“Time for that bail money?” she chuckled.
“Ahh, no. Not quite yet, but I do have a favor to ask,” I replied.
“Shoot.”
“You know that biker you asked me about? I need to find him,” I explained.
“What exactly are you planning to do?” she asked.
“I don’t exactly know yet. I just need to know how to find him first, then I’ll decide what I’m going to do from there.”
“Seriously, Wren, these aren’t the kind of guys you wanna mess around with,” Rachel warned. “They bring badass to a whole new level.”
“I can’t worry about that right now, Rach. I have to talk to him, and find out why he’s taken such an interest in Wyatt. Every time I turn around, he’s there. I’m pretty sure I saw him at Michael’s house the other night when I picked up Wyatt.”
“Hold up… you mean this guy is stalking Wyatt?”
“No, I don’t think it’s anything like that. I think he’s just trying to look out for him, but I need to know for sure. He’s never said anything to me. I just know that Wyatt is crazy about this guy,” I
I had ran out of ideas until I found Wyatt digging through my purse, searching for the small phone that biker had given him at the movie theater. His face lit up when he found it, smiling wide as he studied it.
“Wyatt,” I reprimanded. His head quickly turned to me, fear crossing his face as he gripped the phone tightly in his hand. “We need to talk about that phone.”
“Okay,” he answered, looking disappointed that he’d been caught.
“Wyatt, I think it’s a good idea for you to have a phone – especially when you go over to your dad’s. But I don’t think we should use this phone, buddy. It was a thoughtful gift, but…”
“But I like this one, Momma. It’s the coolest phone ever ,” he pleaded. I looked down at the small phone and quickly realized that his pleas had nothing to do with that particular phone. It was about that biker… he wanted the phone that he had given him.
“Did your friend tell you why he gave you the phone?” I asked.
His little eyebrows furrowed when he fussed, “Mom… I told you. It’s in the vault.”
“Give me a hint here, buddy, or the phone is going back.”
“He said I should call him if I needed help,” he explained.
I wasn’t surprised by Wyatt’s answer. I think I’d known all along that the phone was his way of trying to help Wyatt, but he should’ve talked to me about it. The list of unspoken communication was adding up, and it was time for me to find out what was really going on. I didn’t know what his intentions were, but I planned to find out. I decided to pay Wyatt’s biker friend a visit, but there was only one problem – I had no idea how to find him. Knowing that she knew everything about Clallam County, I picked up the phone and called Rachel.
“Time for that bail money?” she chuckled.
“Ahh, no. Not quite yet, but I do have a favor to ask,” I replied.
“Shoot.”
“You know that biker you asked me about? I need to find him,” I explained.
“What exactly are you planning to do?” she asked.
“I don’t exactly know yet. I just need to know how to find him first, then I’ll decide what I’m going to do from there.”
“Seriously, Wren, these aren’t the kind of guys you wanna mess around with,” Rachel warned. “They bring badass to a whole new level.”
“I can’t worry about that right now, Rach. I have to talk to him, and find out why he’s taken such an interest in Wyatt. Every time I turn around, he’s there. I’m pretty sure I saw him at Michael’s house the other night when I picked up Wyatt.”
“Hold up… you mean this guy is stalking Wyatt?”
“No, I don’t think it’s anything like that. I think he’s just trying to look out for him, but I need to know for sure. He’s never said anything to me. I just know that Wyatt is crazy about this guy,” I
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