Chapter 6: "Can I get you some breakfast, dear?" The lady said with a smile on here face. Before I could answer, I hear a familiar voice coming from behind me. "Of course. She'll definitely need breakfast. She's had a long night." I turn around and see Kyle sitting on the chair behind me. He's smiling at me, and he looks so cute. Wait, no. I can't think like this. Not again. "How did you sleep?" Kyle asked me. I try to sit up from the bed, and smile at him. I'm sure he can tell that my smile is fake, though. "I slept well I guess. I just have a headache right now. Do you have any Tylenol?" "Sure, I'll go get you some." Kyle left the room for a few minutes and returned with the bottle of medicine and glass of water. He gave me two pills and I swallowed them as fast as I got them. I thanked him and laid back down a while before breakfast. "Come and get it while it's hot!" The lady, who I think may be Kyle's mom, yells across the house. "That's your mom, right? I ask making sure my guess as correct. "That?s what I'm told. Come on. Let's go eat." He tugs on my arm and leads me to the kitchen. I smell the sweet scent of pancakes filling the room along with the delicious scent of bacon and eggs. The food looks wonderful sitting on the table. It's been a long time since I've had a good meal. "Sit down and eat, dear. Don't be shy. Make your self at home here." Kyle?s mom tells me while fixing a glass of orange juice. I wish I could make my self at home here, but I'm not to sure they would want to see how my home really is. "Thanks Miss... umm..." Before I could figure out what to call her, she interrupts. "You can call me Ms. Becky." She smiles at me and gives me a glass of orange juice. I like being here. I've never realized someone can have such a nice family and home. Kyle comes sit next to me and then we talk for a while. He tells me about how football is going. I try to understand what he's saying, but I don?t know anything about football. He tells me about how he always sees me walking in the halls at school but never had a chance to talk to me. It's hard to believe someone notices me and wants to talk to me. Especially someone like Kyle. He is so sweet and talented. He also has a plan for his life and a great home. The complete opposite of me. I don?t even think I have a home anymore. I wish I knew what happened last night. "So tell you about yourself. You must be bored hearing about me and football." He says to me while picking up my empty plate. "There's not too much to know about me. Just that I have no where?s to sleep, not many friends, just got raped by someone I though loved and cared about me. Also, I have a crazy step-dad, I don't even know my real dad. My mom is a drug head, and I live or lived in what I like to call 'an over sized trash can'!" My face is turning red. I can feel it. I turn away from Kyle feeling embarrassed about everything I just said. I exploded in front of his face. How could I be so stupid? "Hey Laura I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make you mad. Are you okay? He comes over to me and touches my shoulder. I pull away feeling guilty of everything I've done. Even if I know what happened was not my fault. I can't help but feel that it is. I could have stopped it. I should have known. "I guess I'll be okay. Too much happened in the past twenty-four hours. I'm sorry for yelling, I shouldn't take it out on you." I look away from him hoping he won't see my tears as they fall from my eyes and hit the ground. "Don't be sorry. It's not your fault. It's that boy who will be sorry where ever he is. Your step dad too." "Yeah. I hope I never see Matt again. I hate him, and Jeff too." More tears fall from my eyes and I see Kyle bringing his hand up to wipe them. A car pulls up in the drive way. A girl with long blonde hair comes flying through the door. She looks oddly familiar, but I can't think of where I've seen her before. She is very pretty and I assume that she is Kyle's sister. I can see the resemblance. "Hey Erika, this is my friend Laura. She may be staying with us a while. Laura this is Erica." Kyle introduces us and I feel a bit odd I've been crying. "Hey Laura, I hope my brother hasn't been boring you while you are here." She giggles a bit and I can see Kyle made a face at her. "Well anyways, I have to get going. I just got back from my boyfriends house and now I need to get ready for work. Sorry we can't talk more." I smiled at her before she walked away. I didn't say anything. I'm trying to figure out how I know her. Everything about her is so familiar. Her hair, her face, her figure, but I can't figure it out. "Hey, let's go ride around for a little bit. Maybe we can go get you some clothes at your house if no one is home." He grabs my hand and leads me to his car. I get in and remember how nice of a car it is. As we drive around, I see all the nice homes there is in this neighborhood. Children are playing outside in the cool weather, and you can see a few people out on there morning jog. It doesn't take to long to get out of this neighborhood. Maybe about five minutes. We then enter the trailer park, and I notice how people are looking at the nice car. I hope no one notices that it's me in the car. We finally reach my house. No one is home. I make my way out the car and walk up to the door very slowly scared that Jeff is waiting for me on the other end. I walk inside and see that no one is around. I just see trash and broken glass on the floor. The light is blinking on the answering machine so I decide to check the messages. "Hey Martha," the deep voice says," I want to see her. Please. She's my daughter and I'm sorry for everything I did to you. Can you please give me the chance to see her and talk to her. That's all I ask for." The man suddenly hangs up and then I hear the buzzing of the dial tone. My heart sank. "Who was that and who he wants to see? His daughter?" I say to myself. I swallow hard feeling a lump in my throat. "Is that why my mom and Jeff were arguing last night? Is that my real dad?" I wait and think for a few minutes trying to get my head together forgetting about Kyle in the car. I finally hear the honking of Kyle's car horn. I guess he's telling me to hurry and get my things. I make my way in my room not having to open a door. I just have to watch I don't trip over it since it's on the floor, broken from the night before. I see pieces of broken glass on the floor leading to my mirror. I look up to the mirror and see a message on it written in red lipstick. It says... "Laura, you are not home. This makes me sad. I came to see my loving girlfriend and you are not here. You know our little secret and if you tell our little secret to anyone, you will be sorry. VERY SORRY. I'm looking for you Laura, so don't stay hiding for long. Hiding makes me mad. You know how I am when I'm mad. Love always, Matt."