SHE (On hold)

Chapter 11-Fragments

Chapter 11

Why would anyone lie about this? Just as she begins to gain my trust, this happens. I look at the man at the door whom I now know is the father of Megan, and I spill some words of apology and make my way to the car. You can never trust anyone too much, because no matter who they are , they will never truly understand what they mean to you.

As I was leaving, I saw a glimpse of Megan. A very shocked and confused Megan standing behind her dad. Her eyes opened wide as she saw me at the door, I hear her call out my name and pace towards the door, which her dad shut and locked, leaving me alone.

Sometimes, time alone is just what I need. The peace and quiet is something I can never get enough of.

I am really not interested in listening what she has to say. Right now, there is one thing I have to get done in order to achieve my goal: Finding Jake.

The drive home was spent mostly in my head and the many questions it had to offer. There are many occasions where I always get lost in my thoughts, and lose track of the world. It's a blessing to shut off the analysis. It just won't stop.

I reach my place and head towards my room. A warm shower would be nice, get some things planned out. Warm showers and long runs are my way of getting my head straight, cutting my emotions away and solving problems. Right now, I have to get my dad to help me on this, but his co-operation has a price, one that I have to pay in order to get closer to finding Jake.

My next move has to be well thought about. I need to act now and real quick. The faster I make the decision, the closer I might get to finding Jake. Time for a run and warm shower after that I guess.

I change and leave the house and start on my usual route. So how am I going to approach my Dad without pissing him off, and keeping my cool at the same time? How do I even start a conversation with someone I haven't spoken to in months? What if he kicks me out of the house? Bundles of possible situations come up in my head. I got so caught in my head that I didn't see a little patch of missing concrete on the pavement, I tripped and landed on the harsh concrete, causing my knee to scrape the hard ground a little.

" That's quite a dumb thing to do there, you should get that treated before it turns into and infection"

Well this pisses me off. One way to easily piss me off is to call me dumb or stupid or something along those lines. Cussing at me is fine, but calling me stupid just crosses the lines. Dad just made......

I sigh pushing those thoughts away and looking where the source of the voice was. I see an old man, with a grey beret and reading glasses on, carrying a couple of grocery bags that he might be in need of help with. Another code of mine is to not get pissed at old people. I get up and give my knee quick wiggle before the man approaches me.

"I'll tell you what partner, you help me get this to my place and I'll fix your knee up. I had trouble carrying this the last time". Since when did we become partners? But this deal, is a good one. " I'll take it" I say in reply and stretch my hands out to get the bags.

After ten minutes of walking, my knee begins to make me feel giddy. And my sight is slowly fading away. I can't afford to faint, makes me look weak in front of this man. I don't like to look weak. Makes me feel needy and the last thing I need is help from a stranger.

"hang in there partner, it's just around the corner". I see him smile

We turn the corner and all I see is a house. Literally, only one house on the road, no houses nearby for approximately 500 meters or so. I guess I'm not the only one who could use some alone time.

We enter the house and I put the bag of fruits down on the table where he wants me to. He invites me to take a seat in the living room, and heads upstairs to get the first aid kit.