Page 228 of Santa Daddies
There was a strange noise by the door.
Was that person still there? Why wouldn’t they leave her alone? Was a bit of peace and quiet while she fell apart really too much to ask for?
Then she realized there was a piece of paper on the floor by the door.
What was that? A message? A bill?
Finally, her curiosity got to her. Getting up, she shuffled over to the door. Drat. If she wanted to pick it up the piece of paper she either had to take her thumb from her mouth or let go of Lola.
This was too hard to think about.
Alice really didn’t feel like making any decisions right now.
She’d left George because he’d taken over her life, so why didn’t she want to make any decisions now? Why did she wish for someone to just take all of that away?
She guessed the difference was that she didn’t want someone to just take control, she wanted to give it to them.
A lot of people still wouldn’t get it. But she didn’t care. This was her life. Not theirs.
But, unfortunately, she didn’t have anyone that she could ask to take the load. Obviously, she’d made a mistake with George. He’d completely taken over then ridiculed her for the things she’d needed and used them against her.
Do you think our friends will still want to know you once I tell them about what you really get up to?
Do you think the neighbors will be happy with someone like you living next to them?
Alice knew she never should have opened herself up to George, told him everything.
No way would she make that mistake again. And this experience with Anson had just shown her that she needed to stay away from men. She’d just thrown herself at the first man that had come along and it was completely and utterly embarrassing.
Maybe she was as stupid as George liked to tell her she was.
Placing Lola in the crook of her arm, she leaned over and picked up the note. Then she slowly opened it, blinking at the words.
Alice was moving in slow mode. So it took her a long moment to read the note.
Alice,
I fucked up. I’m sorry. I don’t even have words to tell you how sorry. Apologizing isn’t something that I’m used to doing. But I owe you a big one.
The note was written on the motel’s own notepaper. It had their logo up the top. He must have stolen it from one of the rooms.
Another note slid under the door.
I need to earn your trust back. But could you please just open the door so I can explain?
Anson
She could feel how difficult this was for him. But she didn’t think she had the strength to open the door. She didn’t want to move out of Little headspace. She didn’t want to adult right now.
And she couldn’t show him Little Alice. Right?
Hadn’t she just decided that she wasn’t going to trust anyone with her Little.
This is Anson, though.
Right. Anson who had kicked her out of his house after they’d spent an amazing night together. Who hadn’t even let her explain herself.
Alice hadn’t meant to upset him. She’d never break the rules.
