Never Never: Part Three (Never Never #3) Read Online Free PDF

receptionist and passing them her ID.
    Shit.   How old did you even have to be to visit someone in this place? I fumble for my driver’s license and wait my turn. Silas squeezes my hand and I turn to smile weakly at him.
    “Next,” a voice calls. I step up to the window and tell a stern-faced woman who it is I’m here to see.
    “Are you on the list?” she asks. I nod. The letters indicated that I had been to visit my father several times since he was incarcerated.
    “What about him?” She nods toward Silas who produces his driver’s license.
    She pushes back his ID and shakes her head. “He ain’t on the list.”
    “Oh,” I say. It takes her a few minutes to get everything into the computer, and then she hands me a visitor’s badge.
    “Leave your bag with your friend,” she says. “He can wait out here.”
    I feel like screaming. I don’t want to go in there alone and talk to some man who’s supposed to be my father. Silas has his shit together. I want him to come with me.
    “I don’t know that I can do this,” I say. “I don’t even know what to ask him.”
He grabs both of my shoulders and bends his head to look me in the eyes.
    “Charlie, based on his manipulative letters, this guy seems like kind of an asshole. Don’t buy into his charm. Get answers and get out, okay?”
    I nod. “Okay,” I say. I look around the dingy waiting area—the yellow walls and painfully-trying-too-hard potted plants. “You’ll be waiting out here?”
    “Yeah,” he says, softly. He’s looking in my eyes, a slight grin on his lips. It’s making me feel like he wants to kiss me, and it freaks me out. Stranger danger. Except I already know what it feels like to kiss him. I just can’t remember.
    “If it takes a while, you should go wait at the car with Landon and Janette,” I say. “You know…teen pregnancy and shit.”
    He smiles reassuringly.
    “Okay,” I say, taking a step back. “See ya on the other side.”
    I’m trying to look big and bad as I walk through the metal detectors and a guard pats me down. My legs feel shaky. I look back at Silas, who is standing with his hands in his pockets, watching me. He nods his head to urge me forward, and I feel a little surge of bravery.
    “I can do this,” I say under my breath. “Just a little visit with Daddy-o.”
    I am taken to a room and told to wait. Twenty odd tables are scattered throughout. The woman who was in front of me in line is sitting at a table with her head in her hands while her kids play in a corner, stacking blocks. I sit as far away from them as possible and stare at the door. Any minute my so-called father is going to walk through those doors, and I don’t even know what he looks like. What if I get it wrong? I’m thinking about leaving, just running out and telling the others that he didn’t want to see me, when suddenly he walks in. I know it’s him because his eyes immediately find me. He smiles and walks over.   Walks   is not the word to describe what he does. He saunters. I don’t stand up.
    “Hey, Peanut,” he says. He awkwardly hugs me as I sit stiff as a board.
    “Hi…Dad.”
    He slides into the seat across from me, still smiling. I can see how easy it would be to adore him. Even in his prison jumpsuit, he’s set apart. It looks all wrong—him being here with his bright white teeth and neatly combed blond hair. Janette was right. We must look just like our mother, because we don’t look anything like him. I have his mouth, I think. But not his pale skin tone. I don’t have his eyes. When I saw my picture, that’s the first thing I noticed. I have sad-looking eyes. He has laughing eyes, though he probably doesn’t have anything to laugh about. I’m lured in.
    “You haven’t been here in two weeks,” he says. “I was beginning to think you girls just left me here to rot.”
    I shrug off the daddy vibes I was getting a minute ago. Narcissistic prick. I can already tell how he works and I just met him. He says