Saved by the Bad Boy

Chapter 18

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-Darcy Swallow

Once we get home she shows me to a guest room she has and I thank her and fall into the bed. I sigh at the softness of the bed. It's so much better than the car, which I'm leaving, hoping they'll think I left it for another car to escape again if they come looking. I hope they don't, I really hate hurting people. I still cry over them. I wish I didn't have to kill them, I really do. But I had to get away. My thoughts quickly drift away and all I can think of is sleep and my eyes fall shut and I go into a deep slumber. When I wake up I wake up to the smell of bacon and eggs. I sit up and look around, I'm in a gray bedroom with a TV and one dresser and a empty closet. My memories of last night come back and I get out of bed and stretch. I look at myself in my full mirror and see that my belly bump has gotten bigger. I have to be at least half way into my second trimester. I open the door and look around in the hallway. I go downstairs and follow the wonderful smell of food and open a door leafing to the kitchen. Connie smiles.

"I thought you might like some bacon and eggs." I smile and nod.

"I adore bacon and eggs." She gets out two plates and we sit at the table. I pile my plate and quickly eat.

"So, tell me what happened after you went into the foster system." I nod and wipe off my face with a napkin.

"Well I was there for a few months-" But I'm cut off by the sound of the door opening. Connie gets up and does to the front door I grab a piece of bacon and follow her stuffing it into my mouth. When we exit the kitchen I see the open family room and the stairs, and then I see the front door. I look down to see little boys running everywhere.

"Wow." A tired looking women with brown hair put up in a pony tail, tall stance, in a baggy t-shirt and short comes in with a two year old girl on her hip and a bag of stuff on her other shoulder. She puts the girl down-who seems to be the only girl out of the kids-and points at one boy with blonde hair.

"No, Conner don't touch that." He gives her a devilish smirk as he picks up a book from a bookshelf, "Don't make me put you in the corner." He puts it down and runs off. She shakes her head.

"Hey Morgan, I see you've got the whole gang today." She give her an exshosted look.

"Yep, oh, who's this?" She asks realizing me.

"I'm Cali, Cali Neve." She nods.

"I'm Morgan, and all these little kids are mine."

"How many are there?" I ask looking around at them running around with toys.

"6, boys and the youngest is my only girl." Just then you here a scream and crying start. We all turn to see the girl on the floor crying with her brother sitting on her. I walk over and pick the boy off of her and pick her up. She looks at me with big brown eyes. I smile and hand her off to her mother.

"She is two and the oldest is 10 so...it gets pretty crazy. And my husband is gone most of the day working as a fireman." I nod and she smiles, "But I see that you have one on the way, how exiting!" I nod and give a sad smile.

"Yea, it's my first."

"Never have any more." I laugh watching her kids. She sits them all in front of the TV and they all stare up in awe and it's quiet again. Connie, Morgan and I go to the kitchen and sit in chairs and Connie sets out muffins on the table and we start talking. Soon the conversation turns to though and they ask about my story. I sigh.

"It's very long and probably illegal information." They give me strange looks and I shrug, "It's not normal..." I start of by telling them about the night I lost my parents, I then tell them about getting my foster family and when I get to the accident that gave me my powers I am very cautious to make sure they don't freak out. But when I show them my powers they both oooh and awe. I go on to tell them that it was more of a curse and how I got kidnapped. I go on to explain how they forced me into marriage with someone I dispise and how much I hated him. My voice cracks when I talk about our honeymoon. I don't share everything though, all I say is that we were more alike than we thought. I tell them how we forgot that we weren't supposed to have kids or put that at risk and told them that when we got home I found out I was pregnant. I go on to say how I tried to hack into them and find a way to escape, I told them how much I loved Einar and how much he said he loved me. But I realize tears are openly flowing now and I can't get any words out when I try to tell them how I found Einar cheating on me. They rub my back, solemn faces. I take a deep breath, "I found him with another girl and I was distraught, I came up with a plan and I ran. As I was escaping I had to...I had to kill many people. I came across the girl he was cheating with on the way out and her death I made painful. Then I met many people on the freeway. And after them, Einar came..." I gulp, "I couldn't do it, I couldn't kill him. He still acted like he didn't know what I was talking about. Acted like he still loved me, but I just drove away. I was living in my car till last night when you came." My eyes are red and puffy now and I put my head in my hands.

"Oh my goodness, I am so sorry." I nod, unable to speak. They try to reassure me, but it doesn't help. The pain is still raw, and I just feel worse after talking about it.