Chapter 5
1205 Words
Xavier
I quietly backed away from her sleeping form. With one last look, I shut the door. She had been on my mind for all throughout the night. Especially, when I saw her this morning, trying to fight off the attacker. I felt so angry, angrier than I have ever been. I felt the need to protect her. This has never happened to me before. I was labeled in the magazines as a playboy, always with a different woman every week. However, this small lady has twisted me into something I could not comprehend. I ran a hand over my face, my knuckles showed signs of a little bruising. Even so, I would do it again to save her.
I walked to the kitchen, removing some ice from the freezer and wrapping it in a washcloth. A notification chimed on my phone. Unlocking it, I saw it the background report on her. I took the ice and stepped inside my office. Pulling it up, I divulge in the contents of the report:
Background Report:
Name: Sarah Robinson
Place of birth: Mountain Ridge General Hospital
DOB: May 23, 2000
Age: 18 years old
Marital Status: Single
Allergies: None to report
Highest Education Level: Creston Hill High School- Graduated June 2018. No college admissions reported
No disciplinary records to report
No criminal history to report
Parents: Betty and Joseph Robinson
Marital Status: Married.
Occupation: Father: Mountain Ridge General Hospital Employee- Material Handler- RETIRED
Mother: Homemaker, part-time babysitter
Parental Highest Education level:
Mother:-
Jackson High School- Last recorded academic setting-Graduated
Franklin Elementary & Middle School
Father:-
Creston Hill University: Major- History. Did not complete, 1 year remaining.
Creston Hill High School- Graduated
I stared at the feeble background report. I was quite shocked at how little information Liam’s team could extract out of there life. I dialed Liam, once again the phone rang for quite a while before he did answer. “Hey man, I am a little busy at the moment. Can I call you back?” He says. “No, what is with this report Liam, there is hardly any information in it,” I reply, unamused.
“I’m sorry Xavier, but there was not much about her family. She is an only child, her family has not taken any vacations or even left the United States. Hang on… Yeah, they are almost like shells of Human beings. The father worked for about 40 odd years and the mother has done a few babysitting gigs. Nothing lasting for more than a year. It’s a little strange that their life is so empty, but there are no red flags to report.” He says, sincerely.
I let out a breath of frustration, “Alright Liam, thanks for all your help. I appreciate it.” I reply. He says a quick goodbye and hangs up. No doubt, rushing back to the lady that was entertaining him before I called. I hear a knock on the door, jolting me out of my thoughts. Standing up, I walk to open the door. However, she beats me to it, her messy little head polks in as she slowly enters and closes the door. One beat, two beats pass as she looks at me from under those long lashes. Her beauty stuns me, even with the rolled out of bed appearance. She still looks gorgeous.
I was in complete shock as I felt her small arms wrap around my waist. Even more so, when she said I was weird but good. I could not help but laugh. In all my 29 years has anyone said that to me? I was going to assume that was a compliment. I began walking backward, pulling her to the brown leather couch behind me. I sat down, pulling her to sit facing me. Even though I knew a bit about her, I wanted her to tell me herself. However, she beat me to it once again.
“Thank you for saving me once again. I really appreciate it. But I should really get going.” She says. “And where would that home be? I could drive you there.” I ask.
Her eyes widen at my offer. Almost like she was caught in a lie. I could tell she was hiding something. Her eyes told me everything. “I umm… no, I am okay. I just want to leave.” She answers. I smirk at her cute words. I was not going to let her go. I knew that she was living on the streets. Even though it was not in the report, I could figure it out based on the backpack contents and the sleeping in the park.
“Unfortunately, my little flower, I will not be letting you go.” She interjects “But I…” I hold up my hand to stop her. “Anyone with half a brain could figure out that you are living in the streets. I cannot say for how long but I know no one comes to the park before dawn in the same clothes from the day before. You could walk out this door but know I will find you and bring you back.” I observe.
“I… well Mr. Stone. I cannot stay here, it isn’t right. We barely know each other. What do you want from me? If it is s*x then please just let me go. I don’t have the skill someone your age wants. It was good of you to save me earlier this morning, but keeping me here is not exactly good” she exclaims.
“For starters, I want to get know you so that will remedy us being strangers. Nevertheless, I find you intriguing- plain and simple. You make me feel certain things, I have never felt for a female other than my family. Also, it is no secret that you are younger than me but as much as I enjoy female nevertheless, I have never forced a woman to do anything against her will. Do not worry my little flower, I will teach you.” I confess.
I hear the rumble of her stomach signaling, that it was time to get her something to eat. I walked out of the office, and towards the kitchen. I had no idea what she liked, so I grabbed a bag of chips, my cook Rosa liked to snack on during her breaks. I found them unhealthy and did not eat them. However, today was Rosa’s day off so I did not plan to cook anything. Not that I was any good at cooking. Damn, I felt useless. Confident me brought down by a young girl. The tabloids would love this. I let out a humorless laugh, grabbed a bottle of water and the chips. I made my way back to Sarah.
I opened the door and set the items on the coffee table positioned right in front where we were sitting. I sat down at my desk, giving her a moment to come to her senses and eat. In my attempts, to busy myself with work I almost misheard her question.
“Why?”
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