Quarantined with the Mysterious Guy

01

So here we go, welcome to my new book. I'm not a great writer but I assure you I'm good at creating a plot. You won't be disappointed.

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It was around 2 am in the morning when I heard some shuffling downstairs. Like a hurried sound as if someone is eager to leave right now. I walked down the stairs to see my father wearing his jacket and a mask and leaving quickly with his car keys. My mom said him goodbye and came back in.

I was still trying to wake up out of my sleep when my mom saw me. "Oh sweety did we wake you up?"

"Where's dad going at this hour?" I said with a yawn.

She sat on the dining chair, "He just got a call, one of his patient... Oh my god how should I explain." She said looking at her hands.

I held them with worry "All okay mom? Dad's not in danger right?" He's a simple surgeon, there's no reason he'll be in danger.

"Oh no, he's not. It's his patient. He is kind of abused and bullied and lot. He visited Roger a few times with bruises and scars all over his body. He knew something was up and told him to call whenever he is in danger next. So he just called right now and Roger went to get him. He might stay over here for sometime as he doesn't have any relatives around." She said.

That's terrible. How can someone be so bad to hurt anyone? I know the world isn't perfect but we can make it. I've always been the person who has seen and accepted all the happy things around. Sadness never really came to me. I have the perfect life. But seeing or hearing this bad just makes me feel undeserved of all these amenities.

I got up from the chair and grabbed a glass of water for her. She was breathing heavily. She is so nice, like the perfect mother. Hearing a child being abused that brutally would obviously make her feel bad.

"Thankyou dear. Do one thing, go upstairs and sort out that guest room. It's been a while since anyone's been inside. Just put some new bedsheets. He'll stay there." I nodded and rushed upstairs.

Our house was pretty nice. Mom dad's master bedroom was downstairs along with kitchen and the living room. Mine was upstairs opposite from the guest room. I grabbed some fresh sheets from my drawer under the bed and took it to the guest room.

By the time I was done arranging and cleaning I heard my dad's car pull in. I quickly rushed down and the door opened revealing my dad holding a back pack and a guy behind him wearing a hoodie cover half his face and the rest was covered by a black mask. He looked kinda scared and shuffled on his feet continuously.

"Hey girls, this is Zach. Zach this is Josie and my wife Rita." My dad introduced us while Zach just hung his head low.

They sanitized their hands and walked in keeping their shoes at the door. "For the time being, you'll be staying with us. Make yourself at home and we're here for you. You're now safe son." My dad said to him keeping his hand on Zach's shoulder at the end.

"Th-thankyou, D-Dr. Williams." He said nodded his head. He was still a bit traumatized. I really hope I can be helpful in move up with his hard life.

"Josie go show him the room. Help him settle in." My dad said as he sat in the living room with mom.

"Hello Zach. Follow me." I was trying to be as soft as I can because I really can't imagine what he's been through. He hung his bag and walked closely behind me. On the way up I saw him remove his mask but I couldn't see his face. His head was still facing his moving feet.