Hook Up Daddy (A Single Dad Romance)

by Naomi Niles

  He stepped out of the trees at the back of the clearing. His face was covered in dirt, and he was wearing a stained pair of fatigues, holding a semi-automatic rifle. He looked like he’d been sleeping outside. “You can’t save me, Dwayne. I’m too far gone.”

  “You can stop this.” I took another step forward and he let me. “You can walk away. You don’t have to go to prison.”

  “I’m not going to prison.” He smiled.

  I took another step forward. A twig cracked and something caught my foot, wrapped around my ankle, and pulled me up into the air. I was trapped, caught in a vine-woven net, hanging more than six feet up in the air. “Jason, you let me go right now.” I reached for gun, but it wasn’t there. I looked down to see it laying on the ground below me. It must’ve fallen out.

  Up until now, I had been confident and relatively calm. I’d been relying on the fact that Jason and I were partners. I thought he worshipped me, that he actually considered me his friend, but something had taken ahold of him. He had always been crazy, but this was different. His mental state had degraded to the point where I didn’t recognize him any longer. I was terrified.

  Even for a criminal, this behavior was absurd — psychotic. There was no way of knowing what he would do. He walked forward and pointed his rifle straight at me. “You ain’t going nowhere.” He pulled the trigger. I was vaguely aware of something piercing the skin on my neck, then black spots clouded my vision and I blacked out.

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Gillian

  Lexie was trying to take on more advanced students for private lessons. She said that if they got into a good ballet school and they succeeded, it would mean more visibility for us. It also meant longer hours, more mothers, and a whole new bracket of evil: soon to be dance moms.

  The students were worse than the mothers. They were young enough to have no idea what they were talking about and conceited enough to think they knew everything. Mix that in with a heavy dose of hair bleach and adolescent angst and we had a recipe for disaster.

  Our first private lesson was right after class on Tuesday morning, so we didn’t have any time to rest, and the lessons went on well into the night. I didn’t get home until eight o’clock, and I was so tired that I went straight to bed.

  The next morning, I jolted out of bed. My back felt like it was ready to snap in half, and my legs were burning from having to walk on my toes all day. I hadn’t worked this hard in years, and I wasn’t sure I could keep it up.

  I glanced at my phone to check the time and stared at the blank screen. My head fell into my hands. I still hadn’t called Dwayne. He probably thought I never wanted to see him again. I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and wrote. “I want to see you after work. I’m sorry.” I added a heart at the end and set my phone down to get ready.

  It was early that the sun was still rising, but I knew he’d be awake. He didn’t get off work until nine when the building opened. When I got out of the shower, I checked my phone. It was blank. He was probably so mad at me that he didn’t want to face me. I couldn’t blame him.

  I felt like I’d led him on, making him think that I was the one, only to drop him at the first sign of trouble. I needed him to know that I really wanted to be with him. I needed him. My bed was empty and I could still smell the sex in the room while I was getting dressed.

  If I couldn’t fix this, I’d never have another night with him. He’d never look down at me while we were making love or take me out for a romantic dinner. I’d be alone.

  Why did I keep sabotaging our relationship? A part of me thought that this was an unconscious reaction to my fear of being close to people, or a fear of getting hurt. I’d never allowed a man to get as close to me as Dwayne was.

  I didn’t have time to analyze my mental state. I had to get to work. I wrapped my hair in a bun, grabbed my duffel bag, and walked out the door. Lexie was already inside holding a pair of free weights when I walked in. “How’d it go?” She set the weights down.

  “How’d what go?”

  “You called him last night, didn’t you?”

  “No, I fell asleep.”

  “You what? You have to get ahold of him.”

  “I know. I grabbed my phone the second I woke up, but he hasn’t texted me yet. I’m worried that it’ll be too late.”

  “Maybe he’s busy. He works late, doesn’t he? He’s probably asleep.”

  “He’s still at work. He doesn’t get off until nine. He knows I texted him, and he’s ignoring me.”

  Lexie marched right up to me. “Don’t you dare give up. I don’t know if he’s the one — I don’t even know if I believe in that — but he’s exactly what you need.”

  “What should I do? He doesn’t want me.”

  “You stupid, stupid girl. Do you really think that he doesn’t want you? If he’s mad, it’s because he wants you. Hunt him down. Do whatever you have to do to. Just don’t give up.”

  I knew Lexie was right. It was all I could think of during class. Our private lessons went by slowly, dragging on through the afternoon. I wanted to run out and find Dwayne, but there was work to do, and Lexie couldn’t handle the girls on her own. She needed me.

  When we’d finally finished our lesson for today, I left as fast as I could to drive down to Dwayne’s house. I wasn’t sure what I was going to say. This was my fault. I was the one who broke things off with him. He was probably so upset that he didn’t want to see me, but I couldn’t let things stay the way they were.

  Part of me thought he would understand. We were so close. Something as stupid as this couldn’t possibly break us apart, but I’d really hurt him. The look on his face when I drove away was heartbreaking. I couldn’t keep going back and forth. At some point, he was going to get tired of it and leave.

  When I turned onto his street, my stomach jumped. My skin was tingling. He had to understand. He just had to. This couldn’t be the end. The closer I got to the house, the more anxious I got. My worries were taking over, blocking out everything else. I was convinced he would get mad at me for coming and throw me out. If he had any sense, he would. I didn’t deserve him. I didn’t deserve anyone. I was a terrible girlfriend.

  The neighbors had a hedge blocking my view of his front yard. When I passed it, I slammed on the brakes. His car wasn’t in the driveway. That didn’t make any sense. He was still working nights, so he should have been home. I pulled my phone out to call him to be sure.

  “We’re sorry. The mailbox you’ve reached hasn’t been setup yet. Goodbye.” The machine hung up.

  Why would he leave his phone off? He was always so methodical. He wouldn’t leave it off the charger. Goosebumps popped up on the back of my neck. He was in danger. I could feel it. I called Michael.

  “Hello?”

  “Michael something’s wrong. I’m trying to get ahold of Dwayne, and his phone is off. He’s not at home, either.”

  “I don’t have time for this, Gillian. You’re freaking out over nothing.”

  “No, Micha-”

  “I mean it.”

  “Just listen to me.”

  He hung up. “Ugh,” I raged and dialed his number again.

  “Will you stop?”

  “Don’t hang up just listen to me.”

  “I’m hanging up.”

  “He’s in danger. Somebody’s after him.”

  “What? Who?”

  “I don’t know. They’ve been trying to sabotage the security system at his work. Then they called him and told him to quit. They know who he is.”

  “How do you know something’s happened? Maybe he’s just at the store.”

  “He’s not. He’s been working graveyards for more than a week.”

  There was a long pause. “How can I help?”

  “Call him. We had a fight. Make sure that he didn’t block my number.”

  “What makes you think he did that?”

  “It just goes straight to voicemail. It’s not like him to leave his phone off the charger.”


  “You’re right. I’m sorry. That doesn’t sound like something he would do, but I don’t think he’d block your number, either, not over some petty fight.”

  “I broke up with him.”

  “You are by far the dumbest girl I have ever met.”

  “I thought you didn’t like us together.”

  “Mom’s right. You’re happy. You better hope you didn’t screw this up.”

  “Michael, it’s not about that right now. I’m worried.”

  “I’ll call him. I don’t know what else I can do.”

  “I’m not giving up.” I hung up and pulled into the driveway. Maybe his car broke down and was in the shop. The thing was ancient. I knocked on the door and waited for a response. I couldn’t hear anything, so I pressed my ear against the door. All I heard was the hum of the air conditioner.

  I knocked again. “Dwayne!”

  Nothing.

  I slumped against the door, tears welling up. He could be dead, or trapped somewhere. What if he never came back? I’d spend my life in mourning. I don’t think I’d ever cared about anyone the way I cared about Dwayne.

  My phone rang. It was Michael. “What happened?”

  “His phone is dead. It has to be.”

  “What do I do?” I was sobbing now, pleading with him for an answer.

  “I’m headed out now.”

  “Michael…”

  “Yeah?”

  “Bring two guns.”

  “Way ahead of you.” He hung up.

  I looked inside the front window. The living room was empty and the lights were off, but that didn’t mean anything. If he was there, he was sleeping. I walked around the carport into the backyard so I could look into his bedroom window. It was too high for me to reach, so I went to pick up a rock next to the tree. I ducked down, hoping to lift it, but it was too heavy, so I used my foot to roll it over so I could stand on top of it. I could see his bed through the blinds. It was empty.

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Dwayne

  The cold burned through my clothes, under the skin and into the bone where it had settled. I opened my eyes, and found myself sitting in complete darkness. Something was over my head. I could feel it pulling at a scab when I shifted. I tried to reach up to touch it, but my hands grated against something rough, and I couldn’t move.

  I was tied up and the rope was digging into my wrists. Blood was streaming out of them. I must’ve struggled, but I couldn’t remember anything. Suddenly, a hand reached out and pulled the canvas bag off of my head, ripping the scabs of with it.

  “Ah!”

  I was laying sideways on the forest floor in a makeshift lean-to, staring at Jason, who was standing over me with his gun out. The barrel was less than three inches from my face. “I’m sorry.” He shook his head. “I don’t want to do this.”

  “What are you doing?” My voice was raspy and distant, over the sound of my head ringing and the haze of tranquilizer.

  “I’m killing you, Dwayne.” He laughed and took a seat on a camping chair in the corner.

  “Wh-why?”

  “Because you betrayed me. I told you to leave.”

  “Betrayed you? I’m trying to stop you from committing a felony.”

  He stared past me, outside the entrance, past the trees. I knew that look. “I have to.”

  I tried to lift my head up, but black spots were marring my vision and the world started to spin out of focus. I fell back down before I realized it’d happened, and even then, the sensation of the impact was dulled.

  “Remember…” His voice caught in his throat, and a sob rushed over him. His eyes went blank, and I knew exactly where he was.

  “Jason…it’s not real.”

  “That’s easy for you to say!” He flew up out of his chair and kicked me. His foot caught me in the gut.

  “No, it’s not.”

  “You wanted to go. You told her we…” He was trembling. “You told her that we could save them.”

  “I didn’t know.”

  “Yeah…” He ducked down and pulled a flask out of his combat boot and took a swig, then threw it on the ground. “It’s too late now, isn’t it?” He sat back down and grabbed his gun.

  “Not for you.”

  “You don’t get it!” He lunged forward to get down in my face. “It’s all around me. I can see the sand, the heat. I can still smell the shit from those fucking pots they used to throw out.”

  “You think I don’t?”

  “You didn’t see what I saw.”

  I saw the burka. I saw the children who never had a chance at life. They couldn’t even get rid of the fleas and ticks feasting on them, much less rise above the hell they grew up in. They couldn’t read. They couldn’t write. They didn’t even know how to bathe themselves. The Americans had to teach the Afghani forces just so they could stand to be around them, and even then they refused. Those children were lost souls, broken and battered from the time they came out of the womb.

  Jason was talking, but I couldn’t hear what he was saying. His words drifted away like a dream that I couldn’t remember, and the CO was sitting across from where we were standing at attention. She pushed a manila folder across her desk and opened it.

  There was a picture of two men, wearing white headwraps and the long, stained, white robes common to the clergy at that time. I was intrigued by their faces — sunburnt and grimy, covered in acne and dirt.

  “These are Abdul and Assaf al-Fulan. They’re brothers. Yesterday, they were caught stealing an Afghani transport vehicle, with nearly a dozen children held captive.”

  I could see Jason shake his head out of the corner of my eyes. “Is there something you have to say, Harris?” she barked.

  “Sir, no, sir!” He kept his eyes straight and off her.

  Jacobs was a woman in a male only division that’d fought a long political battle to keep women out. It showed. “You are to remain at attention. Is that understood, soldier?”

  “Sir, yes, sir!’

  “Good; these children are located in a classified Taliban base. You are to retrieve them and bring them back for transport to their village. Is that understood?”

  “Sir, if I may, sir.” Jason was beet red, strained from the effort it took to control himself.

  “You may not. Your orders are clear. Now get out of my office.”

  The cold came back, accompanied by the wet, mildew smell of rotting leaves and wood. “I asked you a question?” Jason slammed me in the head with the butt of his gun. When he drew it back, it was stained with blood, and the world was beginning to fade away again.

  “This is bullshit!” He kicked his footlocker and whipped around to confront me. I laid back down on the bunk and closed my eyes. “Why did you go?” He was sobbing, back in the lean-to, nursing his flask. “Answer me,” he shrieked and got up to grab his gun again.

  “She ordered us. We don’t have a choice,” I was repeating what I told him that night.

  “You see it, don’t you? Do you wake up at night screaming? Do you fade in and out? I almost shot somebody on my way here because I thought they were one of those fucking sand monkeys.” He took a long pull from his flask. “And, it won’t stop.”

  “It will.” I was losing sight of the lean-to again. I had to stay in the moment. I couldn’t fade out. I opened my eyes wide and caught the stench of his unwashed body. It shocked me back.

  “No,” he laughed bitterly, “it won’t.”

  “Jacobs said it stopped for her.”

  He lunged forward to get in my face, and the smell of the whiskey on his breath poured in. “That’s because she’s a fucking monster.” He stood back up. “She made us go. You remember the way she talked to me in the office. I begged her not to send us in there, and she wouldn’t listen. She threatened to have me court-martialed for fuck’s sakes. How sick is that?”

  “It’s the system. It’s how things work.”

  “And, you were both puppets to it. God, I can’t believe I tri
ed to let you off. You deserve this as much as she does.”

  “Jason…”

  “No,” he shuddered. “You don’t know what I saw.” He took a drink and sat back. “The little girl — she must’ve four, maybe five years old. She flew out of the school. Her head…it landed at my feet. She was looking up at me. I knew she was still there, and… I couldn’t help her, Dwayne.” His head fell into his hands as the sobs rolled through them.

  “Jason…” He looked up, but he didn’t look at me. I knew where he was, and what he was feeling — the terror of staring down at a mangled corpse, the way their eyes seemed to bore into you, reminding you of all the lives you’d taken. Their spirits were clinging to him, shrieking in his ears when he slept at night, talking to him while he patrolled the forest.

  Jason was different. He never left that world. He was too deep. Reality was a dream, and he was still living like he was there. That’s why he didn’t have a house. He preferred to live in a shelter. It was a familiar comfort that he was clinging to from the time before. It was mobile, easily dismantled, and he could cover his tracks if he wanted to leave. That’s why he dressed the way he did, and why he kept his liquor close. Alcohol was the only thing that could calm him down enough to drown out the voices.

  “P-p-lease,” he was whimpering. I knew exactly what he was seeing. He was standing in Jacob’s office, and I was outside listening.

  “What is wrong with you, Harris?” I could still feel the disdain in her voice.

  “They’ll kill them. You know that.”

  “There’s a chance that you can save them.”

  “It’s too much of a risk.”

  “You have your orders. You ship out at fourteen-hundred. Get out.” I ducked my head in. She was pointing at the door staring at him.

  He didn’t move. Her eyes went wide, and she started to get up, a clear sign that he had to run, and he did. He cared about those kids, but he wasn’t dumb. She wasn’t going to change her mind. In the military, a CO’s word is literally law.

  I followed him back to the dorm, where he was gathering his things. “This ain’t right!”