Love Me or Leave Me

chapter 4

Noah

I can tell this girl was going to be fun. Her hair is so tempting to run my hands through and I can not wait to get my hands on her body.

The limo starts, and off we go. Mindless chatter and comments take place throughout the short drive to the orphanage. "It is a beautiful country and even better, I'm next to a beautiful person." All of a sudden the chatter stops and everyone looks at me. "Wait... Did I just say that out loud?" I ask.

"Yup. Now we want to know which one of us your talking about." Austin says.

"Um..." I look at Hayden and she blushes. "I was talking about myself?" I question him.

"Ha. You were talking about Hayden!" Mikayla says to me, looking at Hayden.

"Mika leave him alone. He wasn't talking about me."

"Actually, I was.." I look at my shoes.

"Oh.." Hayden replies while Austin and Mikayla laugh and say their I told you so's.

We finally got to the orphanage and are showed to our rooms. Austin is bunking with a couple teens, while I get stuck with the little ones. They said since I looked the most approachable. Ha. Whatever, I'm the least approachable out of the group. Hayden and Mikayla are on the other side of the building where the girls stay. I guess they haven't left their rooms because I haven't seen them yest and it's almost dinner time.

As if on cue, the girls come out each with a little girl attached at the hip.  Hayden has a cute little girl with glasses and it seems like a broken leg in her arms.

"Noah, this is Debora, she is three tomorrow and she likes to play tag." Hayden tells me. I love how she says my name. It sounds so right in her mouth.

"Hi Debora. I am Noah"

"Hi Noah," she says my name and it comes out as "Oah". She is so cute.

"Come on sweetie, let's go get some nummys." Hayden says to Debora.

She walks off carrying the little girl when I notice about seven more girls and Mikayla following. Austin comes to the commons with a couple of the teens who pull the little boys in a wagon. "Supper time Noah," Austin tells me.

Dinner is a mixture of rushed speaking and shyness between different kids. I notice one little girl in particular is very shy and catches my attention quickly. She is pushing her food around her plate and not really eating anything. I know this technique as my sister used to suffer from anorexia. The little girl can't be more than six years old.

I catch her eye and ask if she wants to go for a walk to the playground on the orphanage grounds, she nods. We walk in silence to the swings and as she sits down, I start to push her.

"What's your name?" she asks me.

"Noah. What's yours?"

"Dasia. I'm five. Your old." She giggles.

"Dasia is a pretty name. Wanna tell my why you didn't eat?"

"I don't like food," she says quietly, "it makes me sad."

"Why Dasia?"

"Because Miss Ebony says mommy's and daddy's don't like fat girls." She starts to cry. I take her in my arms and softly tell  her she is beautiful. And I want her.