Take Out

Chapter 6

I ran, much like skipped because I just like skipping. I remember once when I took Iker to Mommy and Me and the lady made us act like animals. But actual animals. I had to be a horse and I had to skip with Iker on my back. I had to say I was one pretty good skipping horse.

Anyway, I was trying to catch up to Erik and Iker. He was going to take us in his car. Well thats a change because the last times i saw him he was walking, never in a car.

Erik was laying Iker on the back grapping him in seatbelts. He closed the door and held the front door of the car for me.

"You want to tell me why you did that?!" I yell.

"Im sorry for being a gentlemen?" he replied confused.

"No, actually thanks thats sweet but no! Im talking about back in the hospital."

"You didnt want me to donate blood?"

"No!" I stomped my foot.

"Then what is it?" He asked in a desperate confused tone. He looked like his patience meter was running low.

"Why did you pay? Is it because you think I cant pay. Do you pity me is that what it is?"

"What? No!" He put his hands softly on my shulders and made me look at him, "I just thought it would be nice. I dont pitty you I admire you for being such a kind, lovely, smart mother, doing whatever it is to support her son, if it really bothered you, then im sorried," his features softened, his eyes were sorried.

I loved his words. Each and one of his words, I felt bad for screaming at him. He didnt deserve that. All he was trying to do was help me. I am just such a bitch sometimes! I looked down, bit my lip and rocked myself back and forth thinking of the correct words to reply to him.

"Im sorry, I-I its just that I feel useless sometimes. When you paid it just made feel useless all over again. When I couldnt donate blood to my own son I felt useless! For crying out loud he is my son! I should be the one sorried," I covered my face feeling a few tears star to roll down.

He took me in his arms unexpectedly and rubbed my back. It felt me calm down. He pulled me away slowly and looked at me with a puzzled look.

"What?" I asked confused.

"Well, I dont know how to ask this, its very awkward and I just cant take this hug seriously," he laughed.

"Why are you laughing. Come on tell me what you want to ask!" I grew curious.

"Ok... are you only wearing a bra underneath your hoodie?" he blushed and stared at his feet but looked back to see my reaction.

I quickly glaced down to look at my covered boobs and suddenly remebered I wasnt wearing a shirt.

"Yeah... how do you know?"

"Well, when I was rubbing your back it just felt like your back was bare eventhough you were wearing a bra and a hoodie so I just wanted to know..."

"Ah, but why would you ask me that?"

"I dont know, I guess its because I never met a girl who would do that,"

"Wow Erik well that was awkward, now can you take me home," I got in the car.

"Yeah," and he closed my door and made his way to his side.

Well that definetly concludes it. I am officially not wearing a bra under my hoodie anymore. I wouldnt want to be hugged by some guy and asking me if I am wearing a shirt.

Anyway, we rode home or I think it was home not quite sure where we were headed. After a few minutes I realized we were no where home.

"Where the fuck are you taking us to?" I asked a little aggrevated and worried.