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"I'm sorry I was such a bitch about it. I'm sure it's clear I need help."
"We're all doing the best we can with the hand we've been dealt. I would like to help you if you'll let me, though."
"I'm not sure what you think you can do, but if you're willing to try, I'd be forever grateful."
"Why don't we go inside and talk?" I suggest, opening the door she was struggling with moments earlier and stepping aside so she can lead the way.
"Addison," she says after passing me, "thank you. I'm not sure what you meant when you said you've been here before, but I really do appreciate any help you can give me."
Finding her a job and a better place to live just became my mission. Everyone needs a helping hand at some point in time, and I'm going to be hers.
Liam hasn't spokento me in almost two days.
After I turned down his marriage proposal, he left the house and came home after I fell asleep, making himself a bed on the couch. I know I hurt his feelings, but he wasn't considering mine at all.
He only wants to marry me because of the baby. Well, that's not a good enough reason to get married in my book.
There needs to be love. Something I thought we had before all of this. Something that feels like it's slipping away as the days pass by in silence.
He drove us to the appointment with the doctor. In silence. We waited an hour without speaking a word to each other. Even when the doctor asked us if we had any questions before getting started with the exam, he remained seated quietly in the corner.
The blood test confirmed I was pregnant.
The other tests won't be back for a few days.
They want to make sure I can carry the baby to term because apparently there’s a chance that the trauma caused more damage than they originally anticipated. Until we know, I'm quarantined to the bed.
So here I sit. Alone. Wishing I had someone to talk to.
I've thought about calling my mom and telling her the news, but I don't want to worry her. She's finally stopped hovering. When my father passed, she needed something to occupy her mind, so she would call and visit all the time. It was fine at first, then it became annoying and finally overwhelming.
We talked it out. She's dating now, moving on and living her life, something my father would have wanted her to do. Thus the end of the hovering, and I'd rather not give her a reason to start again.
Liam is spending more time on campus than usual. He left me a note saying he was going to study at the library, but I doubt that's the truth. It's more likely he's at the frat house drinking away his anger.
He has to come back eventually. We need to talk. Plus, I'm starving.
ME: You coming home soon?
LIAM: Probably not. There's leftover lasagna in the fridge if you're hungry.
ME: I'd really like to talk to you. When do you think you'll be back?
LIAM: Working on a group project for my business class.
ME: You're avoiding me.
LIAM: See you tomorrow.
Tomorrow? As in, he's not coming back tonight. Again. That's two nights since turning him down. Last night he slept on the couch.
Is he afraid to touch me?
Does he not want to be with me anymore?
All questions he holds the answers to. Questions I want to ask him in person, not through text, our only form of communication right now.
Bullshit. He's going to talk to me. Whether he wants to or not.
