A Sense of Hope

Chapter Seven: Lesson Learned

         

Chapter Seven:

When the towel dropped my heart stopped. It was like everything happened in slow motion. I was too slow and couldn't catch the towel on time. Thus it gave David a good look at me. I was truly mortified. I wanted a hole to open up and engulf me so I could hide away from this embarrassing situation.

I looked up at David and saw him staring at my body but most importantly at my scars. I quickly grabbed the towel from the floor and wrapped myself up. I took the clothes from his hand that was still extending towards me. The movement brought him out of his trance and I quickly headed back towards bathroom. My tears began falling once I locked the door. I slid down and placed my head onto my knees.

I was scared that he would find me ugly because of the scars that I got from the orphanage. What if he doesn't want me anymore? What will I do? I was so stupid to think that something good is finally happening to me for once. I ruined everything just because I dropped the dang towel.

After crying for ten minutes I decided to get dressed. I got up and walked to the sink and put my clothes on the counter. I grabbed the t-shirt and pulled it over head. The shirt reached my knees and looked like a dress on me. I then put on the pair of boxers and rolled it up a couple of times so they wouldn't fall off my hips.

Right when I was finished I heard a knocking on the door.

"Angel please come out. You've been in there for a bit. Please don't feel ashamed about me seeing your body. I still think you're perfect"

I knew I couldn't stay here no matter how much I wanted to to I took a deep breathe and opened the door. I slowly opened the door and walked out. While I was mid way out the door was pulled immediately into his arms. He wrapped his arms tightly around my waist and rested my head against his chest.

I could hear his heart beat faster as the minute went by.

"I know I shouldn't ask you about your scars yet but I can't stand to see them on you. Why would someone do that to you. Please tell me what happened and who did this" he said sadly.

I pulled away from him and sat on the bed.

"I used to live in an orphanage. Everyday I was beaten by the owner for not doing something right. She would slap me, push me down the stairs, cut me, and brutally hit me. I tried to protect the younger ones the best as I could. I was their shield. I miss them so much. Everyday I would wonder how they're doing and if they're safe. It really breaks my heart for leaving them"

My tears began pouring out of my eyes. I angrily wiped my tears because I hated feeling weak and vulnerable.

"Shh don't cry Angel. I'm here for you. I'm so sorry you had to go through that. I wish I met you earlier so I could have protected you. Why did you leave the orphanage if you didn't want to leave?"

"I didn't want to leave. I was forced to leave. She said that she would harm one of the kids with a knife if I didn't leave since the children were depending on me too much. I loved them all so much"

"Who is this woman you're talking about. I want to find her and get her put in jail for the rest of her life for hurting you and the innocent children"

"Her name is Margret Rancid"

"Don't worry Angel I'll take care of everything alright. Don't stress out your pretty little head" he said while coming to sit by me.

He grabbed our hands and interlaced our hands.

"Thank you David. It means a lot to me"

I gently kissed his cheek and hugged him.