So Is It Fate (13)

Then I heard his voice! Nate’s voice. My heart fell and relief overcame me. I slowly crawled out from under the desk, tears still flowing, but they were tears of relief. The look on Nate’s face when he saw me was of such pain and worry. He helped me up and wrapped me in his arms tightly. No words were spoken. The only sound to be heard was me crying. I didn’t want to let go, but I finally did. His shirt soaked from my tears, but he didn’t seem to mind. Pushing my chin up and looking into my eyes he told me everything would be alright and he wouldn’t let anything happen to me. I believed him and for once I felt safe. I gathered my purse and the rest of my belongings and we walked out of my office with his arm draped over my shoulder. I decided to leave my car at work and let Nate take me home. The ride home was quiet. I was in a trans of thought. I new he would want to know the details of the recent events and I would have to tell him. I once thought that he was the cause of these events, but after this evening I knew, deep down, it couldn’t be him doing all of this. Knowing this put me at a complete loss as of who could really be doing this. Who hated me so much? What did I possible do to piss someone off so bad? I questioned myself over and over again, but never thought of any answers.

I was so lost in thought that I hadn’t even realized that we’d arrived at my apartment building. We got out of the car and made our way up to my apartment. I felt uneasy the closer I approached the door. I knew that whoever was doing this knew where I lived, after the whole blood on the door incident. Luckily though, I had Nate by my side. My hand shook as I fumbled with my keys, trying to unlock the door. I turned the key and Nate stepped in front of me, wanting to go through the doorway first. My apartment looked exactly like I’d left it. Nothing was out of the norm, nothing was out of place. I breathed a breath of relief, threw my purse on the floor and headed toward the sofa. Nate looked through the house, then joined me on the sofa. I could feel him staring at me, wanting me to talk to him, so I did. I explained every detail of everything that had happened in the last week. I didn’t ask any questions and didn’t make any comments. He just sat there listening, until I was finished. Worry and sadness seemed to show in his facial expressions as I spoke. When I was finally finished he asked me the same question I’d been asking my self. The “who” and “why” that I do not have an answer for. “Have you been to the police,” he asked. I explained that there wasn’t much they could do about it and that I’d already filed a police report. He sighed and pulled me in close. In his arms I laid till I fell asleep. An hour or two had passed when I woke up. Still in his arms still safe. I nudged him to wake him up and see if he was hungry. Nothing though, no response. I pulled myself up till I was eye level with him. He looked so peaceful when he slept. I tried nudging him again, but still nothing. So, I pressed my lips against his and kissed them with a slight force. This woke him up and kissed me back, ever so gently. I asked if he’d eaten and he told me hadn’t. I headed toward the kitchen to throw something together real quick. An hour later we were sitting at the table eating the spaghetti that I had made. He seemed to enjoy it for he kept making mmmm….sounds. It was too cute. “Will you pick me up in the morning and take me to work,” I asked. There is not need for that, he said with a grin on his face. A was stunned and my face must have showed it for he laughed his cute little laugh. “I want to stay with you, that is though, if that is ok with you,” he said. “That would be awesome,” I said smiling. We finished eating then, together cleaned up the mess I’d made in the kitchen. I am the most messiest cook ever. I use every pot, pan, and dish and never clean as I go. It was impressive how Nate seemed to take control while cleaning up. As I finished drying the last dish and putting it away, Nate came up behind me and swept me off my feet. He carried me down the hallway, into my room, and gently laid me my bed.