Page 15 of Guy (House of Frazier #4)

“I don’t know what to do about any of this.

Asking for help was something that I never thought would happen.

I thought that I had it under control. That when the money was gone, then I’d just get more.

Where, you might ask? I have no idea, but I thought that it would just be there, like it had been when I was a kid, and that would supply us with whatever we needed.

I need to grow up.” Frazier said his name again.

“I’m sorry. So very sorry for anything and everything that I did to you to piss you off enough that you cut me.

I know that it’s not enough, just saying that I’m sorry, but I’m in so deep right now that I don’t even know if when I wake tomorrow that this isn’t going to start all over. ”

“I forgive you.” Something akin to the room tightening like it did the night he’d been attacked happened again.

This time, he ran his hands over his chest to feel that the wounds were finally closed.

Thankfully, too, he was bleeding through his shirts faster than he could keep them clean.

“There’s a job opening at the local slaughterhouse that you can have. It pays well, but it’s a shit job.”

“I’ll take it.” He’d never worked a job in his life, but he knew that he had to do something.

Then he thought of Margaret being on her own while he worked.

“I have to do something with Margaret. I don’t think she’s mentally right in the head.

I don’t know that she’s mentally challenged, but there is something wrong about her thinking. ”

“I have a couple of connections. I’ll call one of them and see if they can have a look at her for you.” He thanked Fraizer. “My name is Guy. You can call me Fraizer if you want, but that’s my first name.”

“I’m sorry again.” He was told not to worry about it, that it was fine. “No, it’s not. If I’m screwing up, I want to know. I can’t begin to fix myself if I don’t work on the little things at the beginning of this journey.”

They talked a bit more until it was apparent that they were going to be at the restaurant when the next shift showed up.

He didn’t mind. Someone was waiting on him, and it had been a long time since he’d had such a luxury.

It would be a long time coming again, the way things were going, but he wasn’t going to dwell on the things that he didn’t have, only the ones that he had now.

And right now, he had a lot of things that he never thought he’d have again.

Friendship was one of those things that he’d never had.

He didn’t count Margaret because she was related to him, but he did like the fact that Amber was being so nice to him, as well as Guy.

When someone else showed up to take him to the slaughterhouse, he was willing to go with them, but nervous too.

He didn’t have a lot of male friends—hell, he didn’t have any friends—but he knew that he was going to have to do this if he ever wanted to get ahead again.

Going with Edmond to the house, he was both relieved and terrified of what the next step in his journey was going to be.

“You’ve never worked before, have you? The reason I asked is because you took the first job offered to you, and you could have questioned this one.

” He told him that his brother said that it paid well.

“It does at that. But it’s a shitty job.

I’ll be the first to admit that. We all work there but Ayden.

He has other ventures that he does for Brandy and the family. ”

“Like I said, I’ll do whatever it takes to get me back to some sort of living wage where I can pay my own way.” Edmond nodded. “I’ve really fucked up my life. I guess you know that. You and your family can talk to one another through that mind thing you have.”

“You mean Guy? No, he didn’t tell me anything other than you needed a job and were willing to work with us.” He glanced at him. “You don’t mind working with us, do you? We’re all right, men with a good head on our shoulders.”

“I’ve heard that about you.” He’d heard a great deal about the Fraizer men, but he’d never taken the time to really listen to what was being said.

He said as much to the man with him. “I was sort of on this self-destruction way of living, and it finally caught up with me. My life has been all fun and games until it wasn’t.

When we received the money from when my father died, we, meaning my sister and I, went a little overboard.

We didn’t ever once think of tomorrow, but only the right then.

I suppose people don’t act like we did when they get a bit of money. ”

“You’d be surprised. I think that humans are crazy with all kinds of things that they probably think that I am as well.

As a shifter, we’ve had to lay low for all of our lives, yet be out there to make a living as well.

It’s never going to be easy as a shifter, but we’re making it work for us.

” He told him that it shows. “Thanks. We owe a great deal to our way of living now to Brandy, Lica, my older brother’s wife, for how we’re doing now.

She made sure that we knew there was money to be had and how to make more.

It’s been a real eye-opener since she came into the family. ”

“I’d like to say that no one taught us how to live with money, but that would be a lie.

We didn’t listen was what our problem was.

And if we did listen, it was to hear things that we wanted to hear that had nothing to do with reality.

” He thought of some of the things that he’d been known to spout off, like all kinds of things that were going on with the government.

He decided that he was going to start watching the news more and reading more than just the vanity page in the paper. That had been getting him nowhere.

“I just heard from Guy. He wanted me to tell you that you can take your sister to the clinic tomorrow, and his friend and doctor will be there to evaluate Margaret.” He thanked the other man.

“Also, he said to tell you that there will be someone to pick you up daily when you have to go to work. There will be a car in your driveway to keep you from having to walk in the snow starting next week. He just has to get one lined up for you to use.”

“Thanks.” He had to turn away, his eyes filling with tears again.

They were being so good to him, he hoped that once things started falling into place, he’d not turn back to the way he’d been before.

Although he didn’t really know this for sure, he thought that if he didn’t do what was necessary to make things right, he’d not live long.

Guy or any one of his brothers would take him out as surely as he was sitting in this nice car. Of that, he had no doubt.

After being shown around the place, he was taken home.

There was a car in the driveway, nothing that he’d ever have bought for himself, but it looked like it would be good in the snow and get him around where he needed to be.

There was also a note with it. Telling him that he wasn’t to allow Margaret to drive it until the tests were run on her.

He knew that wouldn’t be all that hard; she never drove anywhere anyway.