A Broken Beauty

Chapter five

CHAPTER FIVE--- sorry but this will be a short one../: I have school.

I woke up to the smell of eggs and bacon. Yumm, I haven't had a real breakfast in a long time. That's when I realized That Miller and I slept with each other last night. Well I probably should say slept in the same bed as each other because knowing this perverted family things would get out of control. On second thought maybe I just won't say anything at all.

I let my nose lead the way to the heavenly smells but still managed to get lost quite a few times. Eventually when I reached the kitchen I saw that Mr.Walker was the one in the kitchen. As confused as I was on why he wasn't at the hospital with his wife, I kept my mouth shut.

"Um, Hi." I said through a yawn because I was still fighting the morning sickness.

"Good morning Taylor, I need to talk to you before I go to work." He said politely. That would make sense on why he isn't at the hospital.

"Shoot." I said becoming very interested.

"Well today is a Monday, and I'm sure your familiar with your usual Monday routines of complaining on how your life sucks and carrying your lazy ass to school, well in least that's what happens here in my family. Anyways I'm letting some of the older boys skip school this morning so they can take you to the store so you can get your own school necessities. Also I have asked the boys to move some of the baby stuff into mine and Carol's room so you can have Baby Britt's room." He said never once making eye contact with me. He was to focused on spreading the butter evenly onto his bread, that made me wonder if he is OCD on this kind of thing.

"Mr.Walker, that isn't necessary. I will be moving out of here today. I appreciate you letting me stay here before, but I'm not going to try and snake my way into my family and screw it all up. I'm nothing but trouble, Mr.Walker. I'll only cause pain." I said coldly. Not wanting to let him see how I desperately wanted him to insist on having me stay here. I have no were else to go. It was stupid, me moving out here. I shouldn't have come, but I did and I can't go back.

"Me and my Wife both agree that having you stay here with us will hake us both feel better. Knowing that your not going to die of starvation or get mugged by a biker gang. I really want you to stay here. And the boys do to. They all seem much happier now that your here. Except for James, he seems pretty pissed at you and I don't know why." He said trying to get the point across to me.

"Mr.Walker, I don't know. I... I just..well.." I couldn't help but burst into tears and start sobbing. I needed to tell someone. Keeping all of this bottled up in side was only making me an emotional wreck. Then and there I told Mr.Walker everything. I told him about My mom, my dad, Vanessa, and everything Vanessa has done to me. Well besides the part about Vanessa killing my mom. I can't tell anyone that.

After spilling my guts out to him I looked into his eyes to see what he was feeling, but I couldn't make it out. I saw a hint of sorrow. Along with guiltiness and desperation. I waited for him to say something. I waited for a really long time, but he never said anything. He just looked at me with confusion in his eyes. After a while I took the hint that he didn't want to run a pity party for me, so I left. I walked out the front door leaving everything behind. If he didn't want me there, I wasn't going to stay. I don't understand why he wasn't saying anything. My past doesn't make me a bad person, does it? I wiped up my tears, I looked up at him one more time before I left the house. His eyes flickered with love and happiness, but I brushed it off. He was probably just happy that I was leaving.

Walking in the hot is no fun. I have barely been walking for 10 minutes now and I'm already sweating. I feel like a pig, and my hair is frizzing out because of the humidity. I had this sneaky suspicion that someone was watching me, but I didn't think much of it. The heat was probably just frying my brain. I took off my shirt so I was just in my sports bra and started walking again. Soon enough Being the clumsy freak I am, I tripped over air and went flying forward, dropping my shirt. After brushing all of the dirt and gravel off of myself, I turned around to pick up my shirt, only to find that it wasn't there.