In Piece And Pieces (Completed)

Chapter 12

'You know what?. You're going home with me'.
Macy felt her ears tingle with the impact of his words.
He said it as if it was non negotiable.
What was she supposed to do? Leap with joy at the prospect of leaving this 'hole' she'd called home for four weeks straight? She didn't even know him. Granted,he'd forgiven her for damaging his property,had even taken her to the hospital and had had his friend pay her bills and had still brought her home in his car.
He had done so much for her in a day,
She should be grateful for that and she sincerely was.
She'd known he would be disgusted about the place she lived but she didn't exactly have other options lined out. She'd tried sarcasm,when he'd pointed out his dislike about her place,hoping it'd drive him through the door and out of her life but that hadn't worked one bit.
Who was this man and why was he so concerned about her and her baby's welfare?
Macy knew she had to refuse the offer,no matter how enticing it was.
She knew how pathetic she was and she didn't need a constant reminder.
'I can't go anywhere with you'. She said.
'I didn't exactly say you had an option'.
He was already wrapping her dresses and putting them into her handbag alongside her diary and the nylon they'd arrived with earlier.
'What are you doing?'.
'Not letting you spend another night here'. He replied and walked out with her things.
Macy sat there,speechless. She knew she needed help,her and her baby. But she just couldn't accept it just like that. This man had already done a lot for her in a day.
'Why are you doing this?' She couldn't help but ask when he matched back into the room.
'Because my conscience can't stand it if I don't. Is there anything else in this place you'd be needing?'
'So,this is you satisfying your conscience?'
'You couldn't be more right'.
Macy closed her eyes when his hands made contact with her body for the up tenth time that day and he lifted her into his arms.
She couldn't say no. She couldn't deny  her child this little chance to have a semblance of normalcy since it's existence. Even a woman as stubborn as she was knew when she'd gotten to that breaking point.
She wasn't going to fight him. She didn't have the power to. She was in pain from her sprained ankle and she knew she'd lost yet another job. With no job to keep food in her stomach and no legs to carry her to the job,she knew she had to accept this. For her child.

***

They arrived his home some thirty minutes later.
It was a self contained apartment in the middle of Santa Monica,Los Angeles.
The outside was simple but luxurious. It spoke volumes about the owner. This man,whoever he was had more than a few million dollars to his name.
He drove into his parking lot and stopped his car.
Macy admired the exterior of the building. There was enough space to contain a table tennis court by the right side and a swimming pool by the left.
He climbed out and she braced herself for another 'carrying' session.

When they entered inside,Macy realized that it was even more beautiful. The living room preceded the other rooms and was very spacious. It exuded so much masculinity and lacked any form of feminine touch. None of the furniture had even a spot of bright colour on it but every single item in the room screamed money.
'You have a very nice place'. She commented for lack of what to say.
'Thank you'. He replied,gingerly placing her on one of the couches.
'Welcome to my home'. He said,a tinge of pride in the announcement.
'Is it too late to ask 'Is anyone home?'. She smiled at him.
'Well, there's no one home'.
'What? You stay here all alone?'.
'Yes, I do. Surprised?'
'Not the least bit'.
'We didn't have a proper introduction, given the circumstances with which we met. So,what do you say to properly introducing ourselves to each other?'.
'That sounds like a plan'.
'I'll go first then'. Outstretching his hand to her,he continued. 'I'm Daniel. Daniel Williamson. Hollywood actor'.
Macy took his hand and shook it.
'Macy. Macy Brown. Ex waitress'.
His eyes widened a notch and then he shrugged.
'You do know I've lost my job right? And you know I'm gonna be living off you from now on. 'We'..... She gestured towards her stomach.'....Are actually gonna be living off you till I'm able to sort myself out. I hope you're prepared for that?'. She wanted to be sure he knew what accommodating her actually came with.
'Leave me to worry about that, will you?. In the meantime,let me get us something to eat. I'm actually starving'. He said and walked out,leaving her sitting there on the couch,her stomach grumbling at the mention of food and her mind filled with the future and how she dreaded to even take a step towards it.

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