Blind Desires

In His Eyes Chap.11

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In His Eyes Chapter 11.
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“Mister, is this how you told us to do it?” A small boy came running to me with a lopsided piece of clay that sort of resembled a plate.

I chuckled and ruffled his hair, fixing on of the sides of the clay. “There you go.” The boy smiled and ran back to his table and showed the other two kids looking confused. I walked over and helped them and answered their questions as best I could.

It’s been two months since I left Micah at the library and I took off. Well, truth is he broke up with me because of my childish attitude. It took me a while to understand that in deed he was right. I guess at first I was pissed that he had broken up with me instead of begging for my forgiveness. Now I’m sure it was my entire fault and like the coward I am I ran away and haven’t been back for the last two months.

The only people I talk to are Damien and Drake. After telling them what had happened and Damien calling me all kinds of things that I knew were true, I drove away from town. Once I was sure I was far enough from Micah, I called Damien and let him know where I was.

I left Damien a letter for Chris telling him not to worry that he still had a job. The studio was left for him for as long as I was away. I still didn’t know how long so I left money for anything that was to be needed. Chris wasn’t at fault for anything so why should he pay for my stupidity?

I called Charles and sort of explained what had happened. He told me that I was being an idiot and I didn’t even get mad because I knew he was right. We came to an arrangement so I didn’t lose business with him or his company.

After changing my phone number and looking for a cheap place to stay for the night, I went through everything that had happened. Needless to say I cried myself to sleep that first night.

Now, I work at a center for homeless kids, an orphanage for lack of a better word. I had walked into a market to buy food when I overheard some ladies talking about the orphanage not having enough volunteers. I asked them about it and they told me where to go for more information.

I could tell that they doubted I would get accepted since I didn’t look like the typical volunteer, but I didn’t care. I needed to do something with my free time instead of staying all day in a motel’s room watching bad TV.

The ‘headmaster’ at the orphanage made me so many questions and I answered them as honestly as I could. After a look over and a ‘humph’ she sent me to talk to the activities director, James. James was a guy two years younger than me who loved teaching kids. He had come from an orphanage as well and wanted to give back to the community.

“We won’t be able to pay you much,” he said as he cleaned his hands. He had been teaching an art class and had paint all over his hands.

I shook my head, “I’ll do it for free. All I need is a distraction.”

James gave me a knowing smile, “Running away from something?”

I shrugged a shoulder, “You could say that.”

He didn’t pry much into my life as he explained to me what the kids did here. It was simple and I liked the idea of interacting with kids rather than with adults at the moment.

I didn’t know what I was doing here the first time I set foot on this place, but now I felt like a belonged here. All these kids didn’t have a home much less someone that cared for them; sort of the same as me. I had Damien, that is true, but I wanted Micah to love me. When he said that he did love me, I wanted to believe him. I did believe him but seeing him walk back into the library made me doubt t it.