“No worries about that,” he shrugged. “Anyone that comes by won’t know that. I’ll be back by six in the morning. Keep the doors locked, shades closed. No one will know you are here. Not like my neighbors like me much as it is.”
“Oh, why’s that?” I asked.
“I don’t like them,” was his answer.
“You don’t like anyone, do you?” my mouth ran off again.
“No,” he stated. He seemed to want to say more. Instead, he turned and put coffee in a thermos.
He didn’t seem like the talking type, but maybe he just had a soft spot for his chosen family. I was, after all, put into this mess by fate. I didn’t have many choices in anything.
I watched him from the table as he got everything ready for work. I almost wanted to ask what he did, but decided against it. I didn’t want to make him mad.
“You sure you’ll be okay?” he asked again.
“I can take care of myself,” I grumbled. “I’ll just go back to bed.”
He grunted through his nose as if he was afraid to leave me here. Should I have been more afraid to be left in some stranger’s house? Surely Carlos wouldn’t have left me here if it wasn’t safe for me to be left entirely alone.
Five minutes later, I was left alone in the house. I felt out of place being here. Maybe I shouldn’t have come here. Maybe I should have just stayed and faced the consequences with Zachariah.
It was too late to doubt that now. I was here, after all. And somehow, I was able to find the will to get my lazy butt up and take a shower. I couldn’t remember the last time I took a shower, as the days had all blended together in the past week.
In the shower, I let all my worries, for now at least, be washed away. My heart may be broken, but I had to do what was right. I had to take care of the little baby, to give it a life that it needed to survive in this world. I refused to let this choice be the end of my life, or the one inside of me.
I just hoped that my emotions didn’t take over and make me second guess everything.
