CLAIMING THE MAFIA

Back Again

Yesterday was the day I planned to never be back here but I am. This detective is the same detective that I planned on never seeing but i'm here. The same man who walked into that alley to tell me that I wasn't stupid. The same man that has sat here with me through out my emotional and physical break downs all morning. No questions asked. Not about the fire. Not about the blood on my clothes. Not even the fact of why I was so hurt.

I was beginning to feel worse after finding out that people almost died because of me.

What made it horrible  was there was a 4 year old stuck in that building. They found her passed out face down on the floor. When I heard about it I wanted so bad to go and apologize to her and just hold her because it hurt my heart knowing I could have killed her.

Just like I did Evelyn.

The detective knew this was the reason I hadn't stopped crying due to the fact of him turning on the news. And that being the biggest story to talk about. So he turned off the T.V and closed the blinds as fast as he could in hopes to rid me from the outside world and get me to calm down.
On top of that he held me, but not just any hold. He held me like his hold was the  support and care and understanding I needed to survive. Not once in my life have I been held the way he was holding me right now. And I was great ful for it but upset that a stranger who barely knew me could do what no one that "knew me" could.

"I don't feel good." I said trying to muster up those words for five minutes.

"I know, just try and calm down." He said.

"No like I have to throw up. It's been happening every morning around th-." I cut myself off when I realized something.

"What is it?" He asked.

"Im I'm......... I'm pregnant." I said shocked.

"What do you mean?" He asked

"I'm pregnant. My cycle is gone, i've gained some weight, every morning around this time I throw up, and I've been craving weird stuff.  And when I was in the hospital I remember the nurse saying ade you guys okay a lot."I said standing up feeling really dizzy so I sat back down just as fast.

"Congratulations." He said.

"Detective Melo- Please call me Anthony. "He said cutting me off.

" Well Anthony this isn't good." I said shaking my legs.

"Why isn't it." He asked.

"If I am this baby is Alex's. And right now we aren't on the best of terms. So therefore that makes me a single parent who has no home is on trial for being kidnapped and is about to be convicted of arson." I said about to cry again. But once again that sickness came and I rushed over to the garbage can.

When I was done I sat with my knees up trying to process this further.  Anthony had left out of the office and returned with a bottle of water. He handed it to me and sat down beside me.

"Do you want to tell me what happened today? Just so we can figure this all out." He asked.
I took a sip of the water and nodded my head before I explained everything up till now.

But after I had finished telling him he didn't seem to fazed by it at all. He just sat there with the same face expression as before. All of a sudden he got up and sat at his desk and started going through some papers.

"We need to find you a place to stay." He said still looking through the papers.

"I can stay with Crystal im sure she doesn't mind." I said standing up and sitting back in the chair I was in before.

"No it has to be somewhere where your protected and able to take care of you baby- as a matter of fact you can stay with me." He said jumping up from his seat and rushing to the door.

"But wait I don't think that's a good idea." I said.

"Why?" He asked.

"Oh I don't know what about the fact you have a girlfriend." I said pointing to the picture sarcastically.

"She won't mind trust me." He said opening the office door.

"No, I can't. This will cause you problems and I don't want that. I'll be fine with Crystal." I said sitting back down.

"You don't have a choice. You coming with me and that's it. Your not safe alone and I'm not letting a pregnant woman be homeless." He said walking over to me and dragging me to the door.