Adjustments

Adjustments 10

Sarah

I can't hold it in anymore. Someone has to know and if anyone, it's going to be the guy I'm having a week romance with.

"Murder?!" He says removing his hand from my back. "Sarah that's not an 'I stole a jacket' crime. That's an 'I killed someone' crime!"

"Noah, you can't tell anyone. Please."

"What do you want me to do? Keep my mouth shut about a homicide?!" He asks standing up, the anger growing in his voice

"Yes." I say standing.

"Why would I do that?"

"Because he's my father!" I scream, moving closer to him. "Noah he's the only thing I have. If you turn him in, what am I going to do? I'll have no one."

"That's not true." He says moving closer and wrapping his arms around me. He looks into my eyes and says, "You have me."

He pulls me closer and I put my head on his shoulder.

"He killed someone." He whispers.

"He's my father."

Noah

What am I supposed to do? Let her go home to a killer? Not a chance. I have to tell the police. But if I do, Sarah will be an orphan. I can't do that to her. I feel something wet on the side of my neck and hear a weep.

"Sarah?" I hear another sob and her grip tightens. "Hey" I say calmly putting my hand on the back of her head. I talk to her in-between sobs.

"Listen to me alright? I'm not telling anyone. Alright, it's just between you and me."

"It shouldn't... be between you and me." She says while crying. "This shouldn't be happening. This isn't normal."

"Sweetheart, nothing in this world is ever normal." I say laughing but she's, obviously, not. "You know, you're the only sane person I know." She chuckles and sniffles. I hate it when she cries. It seems as though every day she cries at least once. I would give anything to stop that.

"I know this isn't going to last but..."

"What isn't?" I interrupt her.

She looks up at me. "This... Us."

"Of course it's going to last. What are you talking about?"

"Noah, I met you in a coffee shop. Three days ago! This is a... a story book romance."

"But in some novels, it lasts."

"Not the majority." I am completely frozen. "Noah, this isn't real. This is a fantasy and... I need reality."

"A little fantasy never killed anyone." Sarah looks at me with an irritated look. Wrong words Noah! "That came out the wrong way."

"I want to go home." She starts walking to the car when I grab her arm. She turns around and stares at me.

"I need to tell you something." I say abruptly.

"What?"

"You know how I said my father was in the CIA?"

"Yes."

"And you know how I told you that he died?"

"Yes. Noah just get on with..."

"It was supposed to be me!" I yell. I need her to listen. I get the feeling that it's working because her expression completely changed.

"What do you mean?"