The Help

Ch. 2

Taylor

I opened my eyes as I sat up on the bed and stretched. I looked around the large, most beautiful room I was in. I just remembered, I was at this man's house and not on the street. I think I should go back. I got out of bed and grabbed the bag, I had the stolen stuff in, put my shoes back on and quietly left out the room.

As I tried to sneak downstairs and out of his house, he came from around the corner, from the kitchen

"Hey. Where you going?" He looked confused as he walked over to me "I was just making breakfast. You got somewhere to be or?"

"Uh, no, not exactly. I was actually about to just leave, I...I don't want to stay here and I don't want to be a burden to you" I said. I placed my hand on the door knob when his hand was on top of mines, stopping me from opening the door

"Your not going back out there" he commanded "Especially if you don't have a place to stay. Stay here" he said as he took my bag and placed it on the floor. He grabbed my hand and walked towards the kitchen. I was completely shocked at what I saw. A big breakfast on the table "Breakfast is served. Have a seat"

"Uh...ok"

I sat down as I looked at the food he had on the table. Pancakes, Eggs, Bacon, Hash Browns, Biscuits and a bowl of mixed fruit. Cut up strawberries, mangos, pineapples and oranges. All my favorite. He even had a pitcher of orange juice. He sat across from me as he began to grab some food and put it on his plate

"This looks great" I said softly "I haven't had this in a long time"

"So tell me" he said "Where is your baby father? I mean why he got you out on the streets?"

"He's in jail"

"Jail? For what?" He asked as he put a fork full of eggs in his mouth. I shifted in my seat, becoming a little uncomfortable

"I-I don't really want to talk about it"

"How come?"

My eyes began to water as I looked away. I didn't want him to see me cry but it was too late. A year fell from my eye as I quickly wiped it away

"Why are you crying?" He asked "Did I do something wrong?"

"No I...I have to go" I quickly got up from the table and ran towards the front door. I grabbed my bag he placed on the floor. When I opened the door, he closed it shut with his hand "Stop running away" he demanded

I became scared. Why he won't let me leave?

"P-please don't hurt me" I cried "Please"

"What are you talking about?" He asked "Come here"

He grabbed my hand and walked me over to the couch. He sat down as I sat beside him

"Tell me what's wrong. I want to help you. I don't want you living on the streets at a young age especially when your pregnant"

"I don't want to talk about it" I cried out loud "I just want to forget about it. I don't want to think about it again"

"Forget about what?"

"I was raped" I told him "Me and my brother went to a party and the guy...he..I don't know who he is..and he...he raped me" I cried "I couldn't get him to stop. He wouldn't stop"

"Whoa whoa calm down babygirl" he said as he placed his hand on my back trying to get me to calm down "Tell me everything that happened"

"I-I went to a party with my brother" I sighed "I wasn't really having a good time, I regret even being there. I'm a very quiet and shy girl, I didn't know to many people at that party. I...I went to the bathroom, and I was ready to go back downstairs to have a good time but...when I was about to go back downstairs, I was pulled into a bedroom and..." I stopped to collect myself. I didn't want to cry no more "this person raped me...I don't know who he is-"