We're Enemies, So Why Do I Love You?

Chapter Seven

Karoto looked out the window to see the two ladies embracing. He heard the horrible news. She was having so much fun, too. Sarah got back in the car with May. They sat there in silence.

He was at a loss for words. He imagined they all were. He noticed she sadly ate the rest of her cookies as they sat there in the car. She set the empty bag down on the floor board.

"Would you like some more cookies, hun?"

"No. I just want to go home."

"Okay." May turned the key and the car roared to life. The drive back was uncomfortably quiet. He knew what it was like to lose a loved one.

He could see in her reflection the redness in her glossy, brown eyes as she looked out the window. He could see stubborn tears roll down her cheeks. He also saw her frown defile her face with wrinkles.

"Karoto, dear, where do you live? I'll drop you off."

"Not far. Just turn left here."

"Which house?"

He pointed to the last one. "That one."

She parked on the side of the road near the driveway. "Is this close enough?" He nodded.

"This is fine. Thank you."

"It's no problem dear."

He got the car and walked up to the front door. He took his spare key out that Mr. Cook graciously gave him. He heard the car pull off when he opened the door. It felt wrong leaving, however, there was nothing else to do.

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Tyler walked to great Karoto when he heard the door open. His smiled turned into a concerned frown. The boy looked melancholiac as he walked in the door.

"Karoto...?" Said boy looked his way. "What happened?"

"They're dead. Sarah's parents."

Tyler's eyes widened in a shocked and horrified expression. That poor girl. She didn't deserve this. No one did. He took the boy in front of him in his arms embracing him. So much as happened in so little time.

They let each other go. Karoto walked passed and headed upstairs. The older man understood he needed a bit of space. A sick feeling began to loiter around in his gut. He didn't like that. He thought it felt wrong. But there was nothing he could do.

The older man let him have a bit space. In that time, he graded the rest of the papers and placed them in his file. Just then, he got another phone call. It looks like another teacher. Odd. Why would they call him? Time to find out.

"Rebecca!"

"Hey, Tyler! How have you been?"

"Not so bad. How's your daughter doing these days?"

"Not so bad herself. She gets into a bit of trouble, but that's to be expected from a seven year old."

Tyler chuckled. "I love kids. They're so adorable."

"Then you need to adopt one or find a special person to have a baby with. I know someone that you might be interested in."