Running With His Kid

Breakfast

One Month Later 

It was easy getting used to living my new life. 

I mean, the past month hasn't been very challenging. 

I haven't left the house much. 

Being here gives me a sense of safety. 

It makes me feel as if I am free. 

With this new identity, I will take advantage of it. 

I will crate the life I dreamed of. 

The one I never got a chance to have. 

My personality is still the same. 

I'm still the snarky over-dramatic dweeb I've always been. 

Maybe I can be a shop owner like I've always dreamed. 

Of course I won't use any of James and Miranda's money. 

They've provided me with so much already. 

But now, I can save up my money and do what I dreamed. 

Back home, all my money would go to bulls and my father's drug problem; I never had money of my own. 

Of course, my father didn't work. 

After my mother passed, he quit his job and dove into addiction. 

Finishing High School and working to support my father was not easy but I am so glad I stuck through and did it. 

But I guess you could say this new found lack of responsibility was utterly awesome. 

Nothing weights me down and I can be who I really am. 

Over the last month, Miranda and I have gotten along very well. 

Seeing as I don't visit anyone else, she's basically my best friend. 

We have Breakfast together every morning, Dinner every night, and we just clicked. 

The amount of trust she has in her husband is incredible. 

I mean, here comes James, bringing home a random girl off the road and she's cool with it. 

She's the type of person I aspire to be: Kind, trusting, fun, loving of all, and compassionate. 

"Lorraine?" I heard a voice call me out of my thoughts. 

I had been siting at the white Breakfast Bar on the end of the Kitchen's Island. 

My thoughts must've taken up a lot of time because my once scolding Coffee was now cool to the touch. 

My eyes trace up to meet Miranda's smiling face. 

She was in fuzzy, long-sleeved pajamas. 

Her hair was sticking up around her head. 

She was the definition of bed-head. 

"Oh. Good morning." I blink a few times, regaining my focus. 

"Morning. Are you okay?" Miranda questioned me. 

Her face filled with worry. 

"Yeah? Why do you ask?"

I took a deep breath as my stomach started to twist. 

I'd hold in the pain though. 

It has been happening for the past week. 

The flu was bound to come at some point. 

"Uh.... Have you looked in the mirror?" She asked me, leaning in the side of the Island. 

"You are paler than a ghost. And you just look-- Terrible." 

"Wow. Thanks." 

I rolled my eyes as I took a sip of my cold Coffee. 

"Ew...." My voice sounds, reacting to the coldness of the drink. 

"No. Like seriously. You look sick. I think we should take you to a Doctor." She looked to me with full seriousness. 

I shook my head "No," waving her off. 

"I'm fine. It's probably just a stomach bug. Don't worry about it." 

My legs started to move, stepping onto the cold tile. 

I slid my body off the chair but once the weight of myself reached my feet, my legs gave out. 

I fell to my knees. 

"What the hell is wrong with me?" 

"Lorraine. You are not fine." Miranda told me sternly. 

She walked out of the Kitchen to the stairs. 

"James!" Miranda called loudly up the stairwell. 

I heard a muffled "Yeah" come from James as he walked to the top of the staircase. 

Miranda waved him down. 

She rushed back to my side, trying to help me up. 

James soon reached me as well. 

He had a worried expression on his face. 

"What happened?" He questioned, kneeling by me. 

He helped his Wife lift me to my feet. 

"I think she needs to see a Doctor." Miranda started.

"When I came down, she was in a sort of daze, pale, and just looking sick. Then when she stood, she fell." 

"Looks like you won't be walking for a bit." James shrugged trying not to freak out at my odd behavior. 

"Ran, go get the keys and start the car. I'll help her out." 

James looked to Miranda, pointing to where he had left them. 

She rushed away to the front of the house. 

James looked to me. 

"Mind if I carry you out? I don't want you hurt yourself anymore" He asked for my consent, holding me up as I leaned on the Island. 

I nodded quickly. 

My legs were fatigued from standing this long. 

James turned to his side, lifted me up bridal style, and walked slowly out of the house. 

He was very careful, fearing that I'd be hurt in the process. 

James carried me to the car, putting me in it as if I were a small child. 

He buckled me in, no matter how many times I swatted his hand away, saying "I can do it myself." 

He jumped in the passenger's seat, seeing as Miranda was already in the driver's seat. 

We weren't in any rush, so she drove like a normal human being. Which is actually sort of crazy when you actually get to know her.