Chapter 11

I covered my face with my hands, then ran my hands through my hair. Not one day in the six months that did I not think about the look on my mother's face when she found out that I was pregnant. Now I understand why she was so careful with me, and now I understand why she reacted the way she did. Many times I thought about going back home but I couldn't. I didn't want to see the look in neighbour's eyes. I didn't want my classmates to see me like this. I didn't want to be seen as the teen who got pregnant and makes history repeat itself. It didn't want to look in Will's face as he ignores the fact that I was carrying his baby. Most of all, I couldn't take gossip and stares. It would drive me crazy. I shook my head. Those weren't the thoughts I want to have as soon as I wake up. I looked around the beautiful room one more time. I'm really here. This was real, and it's up to me to make it last until circumstances change, because they always do. I pushed my feet off the bed and stood up. The baby was pressing against my bladder, and so I needed to pee every hour or two hours. I quickly walk out of the room and knock on the bathroom door. I entered when I got no response. I quickly lifted the dress and peel down my underwear. I sat on the seat and did the deed. It felt great to release especially sitting down in a bathroom and not bending down in a brush. I washed my hands before exiting the bathroom. Instead of heading back to my room, I went to the living room. "Good morning. " I jumped and rested my hands on my chest. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you. Why are you up so early?" I turned around slowly and looked at Valdo, who was sitting around the round dining table with a laptop in front of him. "Good morning. I'm used to it." I always get up before sunrise. "You?" "I'm taking the day off working to get you sorted out so I'm just doing the work that I would have done if I went into the office." I shook my head, "You don't have to do that. I can do it by myself. Just give me the money." I didn't want to be the reason he missed work. He shook his head, "It's cool. No one will miss me at work." "Wouldn't your boss say something?" He laughed, "I haven't had a boss in a while. I'm my own boss." "Oh." I knew he had money but to be one's own boss meant he had plenty of money. He nodded, "I have to come with you for many reasons, number one is that I don't have plenty of cash on me, so we're going to have to use my card. Number two, you need a chauffeur. Number three, I don't want you to get lost." The first two reasons were justified, but the last one was stupid, I've been homeless for six months, I knew my way around New York, New Jersey, Philadelphia and Washington DC. But I gave him the benefit of the doubt he didn't know my travel routine. "Thanks." "Are you hungry?" he asked, looking at me. I'm always hungry. It came with the territory. I nod my head, "A little." He pushed his chair back and stood. "How about some breakfast?" It's only after five but was it ever too early for breakfast? I nod, "That would be great thanks." "Okay. You can go rest, I'll call you when it's finished." he pointed over at the couch I sat in last night. "I can make my own breakfast." I've been cooking for myself since the age of eight years. I had to learn how to cook. My mother was always at work, and so she never had time to cook for me, so I had to cook for myself. I didn't mind because that gave me the chance to learn two skills, cooking and baking. Two things I was great at. He shook his head, "It's cool. You need to rest." he didn't seem like the person to argue with, so I listened and walked over to the couch and sat. "The remote is on the table." I nod. I watched as he entered his kitchen then took up the remote from the table beside me. I turned on the tv, and it was on the news station, so I left it there pretending to watch it, but I really was paying attention to Valdo and the way he was moving around the kitchen. He was wearing a short black drawstring short and white wifebeater. He had a muscular arm, it wasn't ripped nor was it skinny. It was perfect, and it couldn't take my eyes off the way they flex every time he picked up something or open the fridge. I suddenly had the urge to feel his arms around me. He was about a head taller than me, but when I stood close to him. I still felt small. His hair was brown, almost auburn, and it looked as if he groomed it well. Valdo Dakoda was no doubt a handsome man even with the thick eyebrows above his spell-casting crystal blue eyes. I shook my head and turned my attention to the tv. Why was I even analysing how he looked? He was ten years older than me for God sakes, way too old and a guy like him wouldn't even be interested in a girl like me. After all, I'm just a stupid teen who was stupid enough to get pregnant, dumped and becomes homeless all in one month. A girl who didn't stay in a small town and fight the demons. A runaway. A homeless, pregnant runaway. He was a fighter. He worked hard, and he managed to get himself and his mother out of poverty. I can't wait to hear the full story of how they made it in a different social class or group because I want some motivation to help me. Give me hope that I can be the change and believe that this is not a generational curse.