Realize (COMPLETED)

6.

Lisa

I lock the door from the outside and slip the key into my pocket. I never wanted it to come to this. She caught me off guard in ways I never expected. The beautiful woman I saved yesterday is long gone, replaced by Jennie—the cold-hearted, foul-mouthed, self-absorbed bitch I never wanted to see. What she told me about her pregnancy was the final straw. How can someone sit there, a baby growing inside them, and show no emotion? It's her child for crying out loud, a living being, and she seems utterly indifferent.

I thought she'd at least be grateful that I brought her to a safe place. I guess I couldn't have been more wrong. I don't know what kind of life she's had, but to be this heartless, it must have been rough. I knew I was taking a risk bringing her here, but I convinced myself it was for the best. Now, I'm starting to doubt my decision. I've spent the night questioning my sanity, waging a battle with my own conscience. I've come to realize I've probably lost a good third of my mind. What kind of person talks to themselves over a glass of tea at night?

I do, unfortunately.

And even though I know I should return her to her life I can't, especially not now when I'm so worried about her well-being. Fuck! I should have thought this through a little more. I have no idea as to how to take care of a pregnant woman.

I should call Rosie. She'll know what to do...Shit, no that's probably not smart. How do I explain to my sister that I brought someone home and didn't plan to let them leave? I'm so used to calling her when I need help. But with Jennie here, I'm not ready to let anyone know about her. My family will have me committed.

Grabbing a beer from the fridge, I sink into a chair at the kitchen table ignoring the fact that it's way too early for alcohol. Mom is going to be furious, and Dad... I can't even think about his reaction. It's just-Jennie looked so small and fragile while she slept in my car last night; I couldn't walk away, not when my heart aches at the thought of what she'll face when she's out there alone. The bruise on her arm from one of those idiots is a stark reminder of her reality, and I'll be damned if I let her go back to that. She needs my help.

She just doesn't see it yet.

Or maybe it's the other way around?

I snap out of my thoughts when my cell rings. Bambam lights up the caller ID. I know what's coming before I even answer. "Hey Ba-."

"Fuck you Lisa! I invite you to a kick ass party and you don't even show! What's up with that?"

"Something came up. I'm sorry." More like I was too busy following a prostitute around to come to your stupid pool party.

"Don't lie to me. I'm your brother, I know you better than I probably should, but I blame mom for that. Listen, I only want what's best for you sis..."

"I know Bam-"

"Then get off your high horse and start having some fun." He's never one to beat around the bush.

"Okay, I hear you. I'm busy right now, is there something you wanted?"

"Not really," He sighed, "I just wanted to fuck with you and to tell you that Nancy was looking for you last night. Dude, she got breast implants. She's fucking hot!"