Mistaken Identity✔

Chapter 7

    After five days of being here, my things from New York came. I looked up at the big moving truck. Did he really have to pay to get all my things across the country? I don't even know how long I'm going to be here for yet everything I owned was in this truck.

  The truck driver starts walking my walk with a clipboard in his hands. He has a crew cut blond hair and piercing green eyes, he had strong Atlas shoulders and he definitely had a good six pack under his red plaid shirt.

   "Ma'am you have to sign this." He handed the clipboard to me then took the pen from his breast pocket.

   I look down at the receipt and sign.

   "I'm happy you guys brought my things here from New York but why did you bring everything?"

    "Ma'am we just get a call and we do whatever the person on the other lines says, you should ask the person who made the payment." I raised my brows, why would Alexander tell them to bring everything I own. There Is no way in hell that all my things could fit in my new room.

  "Ma'am you don't have to worry," he said when he noticed the look on my face. "All you have to do is take out what you need, and we'll keep the rest of the things in our storage."

  "You can do that?" I lifted my head to look up at him.

   "Yes, Ma'am. All you have to do is follow us after you take out what you want, and we'll bring you to the storage area we have here in Los Angeles." I seemed like a good plan.

  "Okay, but how will I know what-is-what?" I looked at open truck, showing my things in boxes then back at him

  "Easy, Ma'am. We label the boxes. All you have to do is tell me what you want, and Abdul and I will get it for you." He answered pointing over to his partner. Abdul was wearing a blue shirt with the company logo on it, he had a smooth, well-shaped beard and a bristly moustache.

  "Okay, sounds like a plan." I rub my heads together and then start thinking of things I'll need. Since there wasn't much to be done here I needed something to keep me occupied. "I have a box of painting things, it has paintbrushes and paints in it. I'll need that." Pausing to think again I looked over to the truck. "That's the only thing I can think of now."

    "That's okay, Ma'am the storage warehouse is thirty minutes from here. You can come by anytime. We open at 7 am and close at 5 pm."

   "Okay, perfect. That sounds like a plan."

   "Great, I'm going to look for the box and you can start getting ready." I nod my head and he starts moving towards the truck.

    If I'm going to follow them to the Storage Warehouse, I needed to go get Henrique. I didn't him waking up and I'm not there to give him comfort.

   I walked back into the house and head towards the stairs. Henry had me wrapped around his little fingers. His smile my heart surge with pride. I was completely in love with him, but I also couldn't wait to prove that he isn't mine. I wanted them to see, I'm not the bad girl they think of me. I'm tired of being my sister's keeper. When she made foolish mistakes, I'm the one who has to suffer.

    I pushed open the nursery and Henrique was in his crib sleeping peacefully. I smile at him and walked over. I gently lift him, placing his tiny head on my shoulders while I wrap my right hand under his butt. When he was securely in my hands, I left the room and then went back downstairs to the truck.

   Thank god, Ms. Wilson wasn't here. She probably starts acting liked she own the place again.

   "Here is the box," Abdul said, his hands hugging the box to him.