Destined to be?

Chapter 5

Sarah

All day at school I couldn't seem to focus at all.
Not even when Mrs.Pearson called on me to do a simple math equation on the board.
When I hadn't responded to her at all, she asked to see my worksheet which I had not even written my name at the top.
After that she told me I was blatantly disregarding her class and told me to go to the front office.
I hadn't actually gone instead I had just hidden out in one of the less frequented bathrooms the rest of that period.
All throughout home ec i tried to keep my focus. The project today was to learn how to sew. Patching two pieces of material together with a needle and thread.
Thankful that the entire time amara had been too busy talking to notice that i wasn't. Good thing the movement of the assignment was repetitive and I thought it wouldn't take much concentration until the end when I had seen just how jagged and messy my stitches were. The fabric was bunched in places and there were so many layers of thread creating bumps all down the line.
At least that was only the first day of that project, a trial. So that grade wouldn't count. Getting credit as long as there was something done.
Last but not least of course was photojournalism which seemed to take an excruciating amount of time.
As if daylight saving had hit in the middle of the day giving us a whole nother hour.
When Brayden came in and sat down next to me I gave him a small smile. I tried to be present but it was hard when you were so harshly dominating my thoughts.
Passing off my quietness on 'having' a headache. Only to feel worse when he had automatically pulled ibuprofen from his bag and offered me some.
Of course he would have that on him.
For his knee, when it really bothered him even though he would never say anything.
I had taken two.
Secretly dropping them in my backpack as I pulled out my water going through the motions of bringing my hand to my mouth as if I was actually plopping them in before taking a long swig of water and saying thanks.
Of course he left me alone for the rest of the class as I had laid my head down on my desk not even listening to the lesson.
A refrigerator box.
In the back of your truck.
Not even putting me in the front seat, then I guess that would have been too risky.
If i wasn't part of the punchline then that would almost be funny.
So simple.
Smart.
Just like you said.
Who would question a cardboard box with the image of a fridge going into a house.
Genius.
No wonder none of your neighbors didn't even bat an eye. You hadn't even raised any suspicion even enough for them to call in.
If they had and the police would have come out to check then they would have found me in that basement and I would have been brought home so terrified and relieved that my monster kidnapper was behind bars.
Of course that would have been before I got to know you. Before you told me about how you used to brush your sick mothers hair before I learned the sick truth of what your childhood was.
Stomach still curdled and my heart clenched every time I thought about that.
How scared you must have been, how confused and how much you had suffered.
In all honesty with everything you had gone through I was surprised that you had not been the monster I was so terrified of.
If you had grown up with parents like mine then you would have been so much better off.
Somehow you had always kept that protective and kind heart.
Keeping those you cared about safe or at least trying to.
Remembering that story of the drug addict street girl with the raven black hair.
How you had been so broken after telling me.
So distraught that instead of rushing up the stairs I had come to you. Comforted you.
At that moment I wasn't afraid, I was just returning the favor.
Then there was that girl that you had saved from all those terrible foster homes.
I think that was the main reason that you had gotten that house, just so she could have somewhere safe to live. Until she left you.
They all left you.
So did i.
Now here you were.
Coming back into my life instead of forcing me back into yours.
Giving me time to think.
Telling me that you will wait for me and that I'm the only one for you.
Everytime i think of those statements I know just how true they are.
Which only makes me feel worse.
I had come to terms with the fact that I would never be rid of you.
But I had at least thought that I could move on with my life.
I tried, I'm still trying. I am.
Until my head fills with all the possibilities.
Realities that could be real.
Futures that would hold even more lies. More worry of the truth coming out.
All of this just because of the road work detour sign that had led you down the street at the time I had been waiting for my bus.
A coincidence.
Fate.
That's what you called it.
I was taken by fate.
There are times that I actually believe that to be true.
How else would someone explain why I had fallen so deeply for you.
So much so that I couldn't even escape you after I left your house.
Our house.
Hearing your words.
Never once had you called that place your's, no it was always ours.
Smiling at the memory of you bringing home multiple large bags filled with all different color and style bedding and pillows for my room so I could pick the ones that I had wanted.
For a room that I never even slept in.
That was just who you were. Wanting me to feel comfortable, wanting me to be happy.
Having to hold in my giggle as I also recalled the huge pillow fight that we had with all those pillows.
The pillow fort that we had made that hadn't been big enough to fit more than just both of our upper bodies and that was only because I had laid on top of you.
Your arms wrapped around me as I laid my head back onto your shoulder.
Of course I had the bright idea of building a snowman out of pillows next. An idea that was both idiotic and hilarious but you had looked at me with such a strong look on your face as you said "i will help you build whatever you want."
It didn't matter that the idea was ridiculous. You didn't care.
All you cared about was me.