Broken

chapter 4

"stay with me?" The doctor repeats. I don't know what to say, I hardly know this guy, he's a stranger. But if my dad trusted him then I should too. Right?

"I.....uh... Where do you live?" He looks at me like he knew that question was coming.

"Not too far, I live around here actually, in Arizona." Well atleast he's not some sort of creepy guy who's going to take me far away and kill me.

"I want to know everything about my father, everything about his illness, and how it affected him so badly" I demand.
I have to know all of this, I can't just continue life not knowing about the illness my own father died with.

"I'll tell you everything you want to know" he promises. "What about Bolt? I can't leave him alone here" "Bolt can come with us too" why does he care so much about us? He doesn't even know me. Did dad ever mention me to his friends? I wonder.

"Thank you so much for your help, doctor" I'm really grateful that I have someone to be with me during this time though. I hand him his coffee and he thanks me.

He clears his throat "We should leave soon, the roads are busy on weekends". "Uh yeah I'll just go pack some stuff" I say, going up the stairs into my room.

I pack some clothes to last me about one week, my toiletries and some stuff for Bolt. By the time I'm done, I have two big bags, full of clothes.

When I go to the stairs one of the bags tumble down. The doctor catches it "Easy there, no need to rush" I swear I saw him wink.

We lock the house and leave. Bolt is in the backseat in a box. He's tiny enough to fit in it.

"Soooo...do you want me to keep calling you Doctor? Or do you have a name? I ask him. He chuckles at that. "I'm Dominic" wow is he Spanish? "Yes I'm Spanish" his lips pull up at the corners. Confusion washes over my face, did I just say that out loud?

"Alright, I'm Evelyn, but you already know my name". Bolt lets out a tiny growl, "oh and this...." I poke his nose through the box "is Bolt". Dominic laughs at that "Hey there little guy" Bolt makes a sound.

It's almost evening and I see small raindrops falling on the wind shield of the car. How can it rain now then it was so hot yesterday. "I love the rain" I say. "Really? Me too, I thought I was a weirdo but looks like you're a weirdo too" He tells me and I giggle.

This guy is trying so hard to make me smile after what happened. I appreciate it. "It's nice romantic wether" I say. He clears his throat "uh yeah, it is".

We sit in comfortable silent through the rest of the short ride. When we reach his house my jaw drops to the ground. It's a double story futuristic house.

We pull in front of the house and then come out the sleek car. I look around and see a mini garden on the left with fresh flowers. Wow this man must love to garden.

Theres a garage on the right with huge doors. I can't stop gaping at the exterior of this house.
"Wow, did my dad do this?"
"Yes he did, he was really good" he says, lost in thought. He leads me inside and my jaw drops once again.

On the left is an open plan lounge with dark red couches. The walls in the entire house are white. On the right of the doorway is an open plan dining room and if you walk further down on the right is a modern, sleek kitchen, with a red staircase leading up through the it and a bathroom on the left.

On the second floor of the house, there's only two rooms, which I'm guessing is the doctors and one guest room.

After giving me a tour of the house, Dominic decided to make some early dinner. It was now 4 pm.

Time is all over the place today and earlier I felt like I was going crazy.

Dominic let me settle myself in the room I was using while he was making dinner. I told him I could help but he said I needed to relax. I loved cooking, it was one of the ways I relaxed but he wouldn't know that.

After setting my clothes into the closet of my spacious room I decide to just lay on the bed for a while. This room is a lime green theme. The walls are white and the floor has a big, fluffy,white rug on it.

The bed it on the right of the door in the middle of the room and the closet is visible as soon as you enter the room. It's a nice colour combination.

As I lay on the soft bed I think back everything that happened in the last few hours and wonder, what did my dad ever do to deserve this? Tears prick out the corners of my eyes and before I know it I'm drifting off to sleep.

I wake up to soft shaking on my shoulders, I open my eyes to see Dominic waking me up.

"Evelyn" he whispers "dinner is ready, you've been sleeping for hours, it's 8pm now". I hum in response. "Evie, you have to eat something" my eyes shot open. "What did you just call me?" "Uh I called you Evie, I thought that would wake you up and I was right" he smiles.

My voice cracks "please don't call me that again....he used to call me that" and once again ladies and gentlemen, I'm crying! Literally, I'm like a tears machine.

"I'm so sorry, it won't happen again. I promise" he says, looking anywhere but at me. "Thank you" I tell him. "Come eat, I'll be waiting downstairs for you".
I freshen up and meet Dominic downstairs, he's filling two plates with lasagna. The aroma hanging in the air is amazing.

"Here" he says.
I join him at the table and sit across from him. I scoop some of the food and bring it to my lips, it's so delicious. "This is so good, where did you learn this from?"

He smiles at me "thank you, my grandma lived in Spain so she taught me how to cook, she cooks much better than I do". "Your grandma must me a very nice lady"I say to him.

He smiles sadly "Yes she was" he looks down. " I'm sorry about your loss" I feel bad about talking about his late grandma.
"Thank you" he says.

We continue eating in silence, he clears his throat,"We need to plan a funeral for him" he says. "I know but I don't want to go" it will just break me more. "That's okay but you have to be there for the burial, alright?" He looks at me for answer.

"Alright" I continue eating. "The funeral is tomorrow"
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