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Guardian
Part 2

Andrew took me home that afternoon after the police left after investigating the incident at the Starbucks.  I knew I had to start thinking straight.  There were too many pro’s and con’s with Andrew.  I really liked him, he was there for me for both incidents with Jay, he walked me home the night I met him, he said all these sweet things, he had a sexy body, and the list goes on.  But on the bad side, I knew nothing about him.  He seemed so controlling, yet at the same time caring. I didn’t know anything about his past, I didn’t know how old he was, I didn’t know what he did for a living, I felt like I was going to move in with a complete stranger.  I’ve only known him for a few days and I didn’t know if I was in love or lust.  I didn’t know if he would hurt me, I didn’t know anything about him at all, and here I am making out with him, eating his meals, sleeping in the same bed with him (only once and without sex).  I didn’t know if I could trust him or if I should take his offer or wait it out to get to know him.  I’m afraid if I do wait it out, it will be too late.  He could find me a job, but as what, I didn’t know if he was a pimp and was in the process of getting me comfy around him before he had me selling my self.
“Are you still up for tomorrow night or do you need time to get past what happened today?” he asked me as he was pulling up to my place.
“I’m not sure.” I told him. “I’m officially unemployed so I don’t know what I’m going to do about that.  I think I might need to think things through before I do anything.”
“I can understand that.  You can life with me while you get your feet back on the ground and things settle down.”
“Thanks for the offer but I’m not sure.”
“I understand.  I’ll give you some time to think.”  He said as he walked me to my door. “Hey what’s wrong?” he said as he saw past my fake smile and saw the confusion in my eyes.
“I just…I don’t know,” I said trying to find the right words to say.
“You do know, you just don’t know if you want to tell me.” He paused, then held me in his arms reassuringly. “Listen,” he started “I know you scared.  I can’t say I blame you.  With every thing that’s been going on lately…” he continued but his words drifted from me.
“It’s not about what’s been going on lately-I mean it is-….sort of… It’s just that I feel like I’m giving myself to a stranger.  You’re so much more than that to me, but I just feel like I don’t know you at all…I don’t know anything about you and you’ve been so kind.  You’ve been so sweet, loving…” before I was able to finish, I was interrupted with a kiss.  It was so passionate and slow. Before I was able to continue what I was saying he started talking.
“What do you want to know.”
“Well I’m not meaning to pry”-
“What do you want to know,” He asked me again.
“Well more than your name and that you play basketball at the gym.”
“I see your point.  Lets see here…were to start..” he said starting a train of thought.  “ I am 28 years old.  I am a teacher at the high school.  I love physical activity.  I have never been married, but I was engaged once.  I was the one who broke off the wedding when I caught her and my dad together the same night I found out she had been in bed with too many guys to count in the time period of our relationship.  Since then I haven’t been able to love anyone.  That was 5 years ago.  I haven’t seen her since.”
“I’m sorry…” I started to say.
“Don’t be, I’m not.”  I looked at him confused.
“Why?”
“Because I would have stayed with her,” he paused. “I would of never have met you.”  I was so touched by what he had said; I had to bite back the tears.  He just seemed too perfect.  I was afraid of what he hasn’t told me yet.
“I think I’m going to stay here until my lease ends and in the mean time, try to find another job.  I want to try to get through this on my own.  If I can’t I’ll stay with you until I can live on my own again.  I turned around him and went inside.  He called after me, but I shut the door on him.  I was too confused to think about what I wanted.   My thoughts were all jumbled up in my head and I couldn’t think on one subject with out another seeping in.  I changed my cloths and curled up in my bed and went to sleep.  I woke up by the sound of Andrew knocking on the door and calling my name.  I didn’t feel like talking to anyone.  My heart felt like a bottomless pit and I had no desire to do anything.  Before I knew it I was crying.  All the emotions of what happened just hit me all at once.  There was no escaping it.  I couldn’t free myself of the pain I was going through and at this point, I just wanted to curl up in a corner and die.  Since I was too much of a coward to do so, I did the next thing that came to mind.  I knew I wasn’t going to do drugs because I didn’t have the money for starters and I would only have less of a chance of getting my feet back on the ground.  I didn’t have any alcohol in the house surprisingly and I knew if I was going to get some, I would have to face Andrew.   Then I did my next option.
I grabbed a knife and put some pressure of the inside of my thigh.  One slash was enough for me and I sat there and watched the blood trickle out of the small cut and down my leg.  Before long, I took a wet paper towel, cleaned up the blood and took a small piece of gauze and taped it over the incision.  When I cleaned everything up, I heard Andrews continued attempts to contact me and finally gave in.

Description
Guardian
Part 2

Andrew took me home that afternoon after the police left after investigating the incident at the Starbucks.  I knew I had to start thinking straight.  There were too many pro’s and con’s with Andrew.  I really liked him, he was there for me for both incidents with Jay, he walked me home the night I met him, he said all these sweet things, he had a sexy body, and the list goes on.  But on the bad side, I knew nothing about him.  He seemed so controlling, yet at the same time caring. I didn’t know anything about his past, I didn’t know how old he was, I didn’t know what he did for a living, I felt like I was going to move in with a complete stranger.  I’ve only known him for a few days and I didn’t know if I was in love or lust.  I didn’t know if he would hurt me, I didn’t know anything about him at all, and here I am making out with him, eating his meals, sleeping in the same bed with him (only once and without sex).  I didn’t know if I could trust him or if I should take his offer or wait it out to get to know him.  I’m afraid if I do wait it out, it will be too late.  He could find me a job, but as what, I didn’t know if he was a pimp and was in the process of getting me comfy around him before he had me selling my self.
“Are you still up for tomorrow night or do you need time to get past what happened today?” he asked me as he was pulling up to my place.
“I’m not sure.” I told him. “I’m officially unemployed so I don’t know what I’m going to do about that.  I think I might need to think things through before I do anything.”
“I can understand that.  You can life with me while you get your feet back on the ground and things settle down.”
“Thanks for the offer but I’m not sure.”
“I understand.  I’ll give you some time to think.”  He said as he walked me to my door. “Hey what’s wrong?” he said as he saw past my fake smile and saw the confusion in my eyes.
“I just…I don’t know,” I said trying to find the right words to say.
“You do know, you just don’t know if you want to tell me.” He paused, then held me in his arms reassuringly. “Listen,” he started “I know you scared.  I can’t say I blame you.  With every thing that’s been going on lately…” he continued but his words drifted from me.
“It’s not about what’s been going on lately-I mean it is-….sort of… It’s just that I feel like I’m giving myself to a stranger.  You’re so much more than that to me, but I just feel like I don’t know you at all…I don’t know anything about you and you’ve been so kind.  You’ve been so sweet, loving…” before I was able to finish, I was interrupted with a kiss.  It was so passionate and slow. Before I was able to continue what I was saying he started talking.
“What do you want to know.”
“Well I’m not meaning to pry”-
“What do you want to know,” He asked me again.
“Well more than your name and that you play basketball at the gym.”
“I see your point.  Lets see here…were to start..” he said starting a train of thought.  “ I am 28 years old.  I am a teacher at the high school.  I love physical activity.  I have never been married, but I was engaged once.  I was the one who broke off the wedding when I caught her and my dad together the same night I found out she had been in bed with too many guys to count in the time period of our relationship.  Since then I haven’t been able to love anyone.  That was 5 years ago.  I haven’t seen her since.”
“I’m sorry…” I started to say.
“Don’t be, I’m not.”  I looked at him confused.
“Why?”
“Because I would have stayed with her,” he paused. “I would of never have met you.”  I was so touched by what he had said; I had to bite back the tears.  He just seemed too perfect.  I was afraid of what he hasn’t told me yet.
“I think I’m going to stay here until my lease ends and in the mean time, try to find another job.  I want to try to get through this on my own.  If I can’t I’ll stay with you until I can live on my own again.  I turned around him and went inside.  He called after me, but I shut the door on him.  I was too confused to think about what I wanted.   My thoughts were all jumbled up in my head and I couldn’t think on one subject with out another seeping in.  I changed my cloths and curled up in my bed and went to sleep.  I woke up by the sound of Andrew knocking on the door and calling my name.  I didn’t feel like talking to anyone.  My heart felt like a bottomless pit and I had no desire to do anything.  Before I knew it I was crying.  All the emotions of what happened just hit me all at once.  There was no escaping it.  I couldn’t free myself of the pain I was going through and at this point, I just wanted to curl up in a corner and die.  Since I was too much of a coward to do so, I did the next thing that came to mind.  I knew I wasn’t going to do drugs because I didn’t have the money for starters and I would only have less of a chance of getting my feet back on the ground.  I didn’t have any alcohol in the house surprisingly and I knew if I was going to get some, I would have to face Andrew.   Then I did my next option.
I grabbed a knife and put some pressure of the inside of my thigh.  One slash was enough for me and I sat there and watched the blood trickle out of the small cut and down my leg.  Before long, I took a wet paper towel, cleaned up the blood and took a small piece of gauze and taped it over the incision.  When I cleaned everything up, I heard Andrews continued attempts to contact me and finally gave in.