Loving Ashlynn (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 18 - The Truth Has More Sides. Father Figure. (Faith POV) Pt. 2

A/N: DO YOU GUYS GET NOTIFICATIONS (of updates)? Some have said they do not get them... so I was just wondering? 

Chapter 18 – The Truth Has More Sides. Father Figure. (Faith POV) Pt. 2

Looking out the window where I was seated just gazing out the light drizzle I saw Kalenah rush out of the house into her car. Sighing, I closed my eyes, wondering what would be coming next? I mean I just didn't know right now and that didn't sit right with me. I couldn't remember enough of my past, I couldn't explain how I ended up with Dmitri, but I could remember knowing I had to escape after Cynthia and Andy left me.

Had I ran away? Was I given to Dmitri? I couldn't remember Cynthia coming back for me, or ever seeing Andy again, just them, a horrid voice belonging to a scary man, and Dmitri. That was all.

Wallowing in thought, a short ramp on my door brought me back to here, "hey Fatima, its Samson I brought us some tea," uncurling myself I went to the door opening, to see Samson with two mugs of peppermint tea. A small smile on his face, "You pick?" he holds out both cups for me to pick on and just like the shrimp when I point to the one on the right, he simply takes a sip before handing it to me. Moving aside I go to sit on my bed, and he sits on the ottoman at the end of the bed.

Not wanting to discuss my past I was just going to say that when he spoke first, "I – well – I – before you told me about your past I was going to ask if you wanted to go to Eugene with me tomorrow, just for a day out of the house, out of Bend, if – if you wanted," I sat stunned waiting not sure where Eugene was.

"What will we do?" I hear myself asking, but this is the 'what comes next' I was looking for. The small smile on Samson grows and all his teeth are shown, his eyes even seem happier somewhat, excited. "Well I was thinking that we could go to a museum and then M.E.C.C.A. – which is a place where you can exchange and find materials for artwork, they have workshops and we could look around, have lunch and dinner in the city if you want, or just walk around... or maybe do some shopping because it's getting colder out and you don't really have warm clothes... just – I just wanted to offer you a chance to get out and relax," he frowns after his long speech.

"Although," he pauses worried, "There – there will be lots of people around, we can – I mean maybe do something with fewer people around, if that's a problem – but I would never let anyone hurt you, Fatima," he swore.

"I'm not afraid to be around people," I told him honestly, because I wasn't, but I always had this unease in my stomach.

Samson nodded, and for the first time since I took the mug from his hands, I brought it up to my lips inhaling deeply, before taking a small tentative sip. With my eyes closed, I could almost imagine being back in the safe house although this was altogether different. I wasn't alone. I wasn't pining away watching out the window, wondering what was going on, on the outside.

I was on the outside.

When my eyes finally opened I found Samson gazing at me, his eyes screwed up, and features looking otherwise thoughtful. Caught staring at me, he cleared his throat and looked away, a light shade of red coating his ears.