Chapter Three: The Truth

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PAUL'S P.O.V.

I keep my eyes closed as I set the clothes in the bathroom. I go back to my room and pick up the picture of the girl I met at the bar. It was the only picture I had of her. I don't want to forget her.

I set it down and run to the kitchen as I remember about the food I was cooking.

I want that girl to eat even if I have to force feed it down her throat. Ok maybe not like that but, you get what I mean.

I make sure everything is done cooking and set out plates. I put my cat in the other room so she can't get the food while we eat.

The water in the bathroom stops running and I go and knock on the door.

"What?" the girl asks quitely. " Breakfast is ready if you want some but if you want to wait I can warm it up when you are." I tell her.

"I'm gonna wait a while." She says.

"Ok." I say and walk back out to the kitchen.

I get a plate and put two eggs bacon and hash browns on it. Then get a separate plate and put pancakes on it. Cover It in butter and syrup.

I sit at the table and chow down when I hear the bathroom door open.

She walks out her hair wet and in the clothes I gave her.

"So, what's your name?" I ask her.

"Maggie." she says.

"Sorry if I scared you. I just didn't want to leave you out in the cold last night. "

"It's ok. Thanks though. It was the nicest thing anyone's done for me in a while. "

What she said surprises me.

"Do you have someone I could call so they can get you?"

"Not really. My mom is an alcoholic and so I don't really live with her."

"Oh, I'm sorry. If you would like to stay we could watch a movie while we eat."

"That'd be nice."

"I have movies in my room over there. Pick on out and I'll get you a plate of food."

"Ok." She said and walked to my room.

MAGGIE'S P.O.V.

I walk into the room and see the picture of my mother again. The photo is ripped in half. Like it has another half. Like the photo my mom has in her "secret" drawer.

It can't be. HE can't be HIM. No way.

I pick out the movie "Tangled"(lol) and walk back out. I take the photo with me.

"Who's this?" I ask and hold up the photo.

"An amazing girl I met a long time ago. I thought it was love at first sight, but I don't this she did. We only took one photo together and I've kept it ever since,'cuz I never EVER wanted to forget her." He says.

"This is my mother. " I say and his eyes his wide.

"Sh*t sh*t. Oh Sh*t. Do you know your father?!" He asks.

"No. My mom told me it was a 'one night stand'. She has a photo that is missing the other half. Just like this one." I tell him pointing at the photo.

"Can I see your mother? What's her name?!" He asks and I get angery.

"You knocked her up and you don't know her f*cking name?!" I yell at him.

"Like your mom said, it was a 'one night stand' I woke up and she was gone. And I didn't plan on getting her pregnant. "

"By the way. My mother's name is Annabelle. "

PAUL'S P.O.V.

As soon as she said "Annabelle" the whole night cane back to me. Her telling me her name. Her clothes being on the floor. He matching pink bra and underwear. Her hair. The way it looked just like Maggie's.

The more I look at Maggie the more I see Annabelle. The more I miss that one night. After our time together I went to the bar every night and waited for her to walk in. She never did. So I stopped. I lost all hope. I thought she was gone forever now I can meet her again.

"When can I take you home?" I ask.

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