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Lizzie stared at the man outside her house. What the hell was he doing there? She let the door swing open and grasped her daughter's hand then stepped back, giving him room to enter. Once he was inside, she shut the door, locked it and knelt down next to the girl. "Tori, honey, can you go upstairs and pick out a book to read for bedtime? Mommy will be up there to read it in a minute."
The tiny child smiled and nodded, then hurried up the stairs, but not without a quick peek back over her shoulder.
Lizzie smiled and waved her on, and with a quick grin the little girl bounded into her room. Lizzie strode to a closet down the hall and yanked out and arm load of towels and thrust them at Gordo. After he took them, she busied herself with picking up a stray teddy bear from the base of the stairs and walked quickly into the living room. Taking a deep breath, hoping it would calm her pounding heart, she sat down in a chair, then looked expectantly up at him.
Gordo spread out the towel and sat down on it on the floor. "I don't want to get your furniture wet," he stated softly.
Lizzie struggled to drop her anger long enough to point to his clothes. "Why are you soaked?"
"I walked here."
"How did you know that I would be here?" she demanded then took a deep breath and stood up. "Follow me." She led the way to a small downstairs bathroom and pulled out an old blue knee length robe. "You'd better get out of those wet clothes. I'll get you a blanket." Before he could say any more, she firmly shut the door, then walked to the same closet and pulled a soft blanket off the bottom shelf. She took a deep breath. He was supposed to be gone, why was he here? Why did he come back? Didn't he think she'd had enough trouble forgetting him? She swallowed the lump forming in her throat, she would not get emotional.
Lizzie hurried back into the living room, tossed the blanket over a chair, then flipped her hair over her shoulders. She began to pick up the toys she and Tori had been playing with when he'd knocked on the door.
"You have a daughter," his slightly deep voice stated from behind her.
Lizzie stood up with the toy basket in front of her. "Yes, I do." She tried to ignore the way his eyes seemed even bluer in the robe, the way the wet locks fell across his forehead. It became easier as she remember a time almost five years ago. The more she remembered, the easier it became to get angry that he was standing in front of her.
"She's adorable," he noted, sitting in a chair and wrapping the blanket around his shoulders.
"Yes, she is."
"She looks like you."
"Thank you."
"Lizzie," he stated gently.
"What?" she snapped, slamming the basket down in it's place. "You know you still haven't answered my question. What are you doing here?" she demanded, keeping in mind the fact that Tori was upstairs.
He dropped his eyes. "You're angry."
"Damn right, I'm angry, David," she hissed, correcting her earlier mistake of calling him Gordo. "You left me. You left me alone, and you didn't even have the balls to talk to me."
"You make it sound like it was simple," he answered, his voice wavering.
"What could have been hard about it? You're the one who did it! Left nothing but a letter on the table in the apartment we were sharing. No explanation, nothing but: 'Lizzie, I have to get away. David.'" She pressed her tongue against the roof of her mouth, crossed her arms and looked up at the lights. She would not lose this battle with her emotions. "If leaving wasn't bad enough, you signed it David. I never knew you as David, I knew you as Gordo."
"You called me David just a couple of minutes ago," he stated softly.
"Yeah, I did, because that's what you've become to me now, you're David." She sat down quickly in a chair and stared at him as he lowered himself onto the couch.
"I'm sor-"
"I don't want your apology, it's a little late for that now," she snapped, grabbing a toy and holding it in her hands. "Okay, one more time. Why are you here?"
He dropped his eyes, pushed the blanket aside and stood up. "You know, I should just go."
"Why did you come here?" she demanded, grabbing his arm.
"It doesn't matter," he stated, pulling away.
"David," she snapped, standing up and remembering to drop her voice again. "Tell me."
"You want to know why? I need a place to stay. Things didn't work out I couldn't even afford a cab here, I had to get a free bus ride from the airport," he barked. "Okay? And I was going to ask you, but you still hate me and I can't ask you that now can I?"
Lizzie bit her lip and took a deep breath. "You can stay here," she blurted out. She quickly sucked in a deep breath, wondering why she'd agreed.
"Are you serious?" he asked in disbelief.
Lizzie nodded. He had been her best friend, and he was obviously broke now, and it must have taken something for him to find her and then for him to ask if he could stay. Regardless of what had happened, she couldn't just leave him out on the streets. "We have extra rooms upstairs," she answered.
"Lizzie, you don't have to," he began softly.
"No, you need a place to stay," she insisted, standing up. "I've got to go read Tori her story. So, I'll shut my bedroom door and hers and you can pick from the doors that are open." She said nothing else, then went quickly up the stairs. Before she entered her daughter's room, she had to pause and force herself to collect her emotions. What had she gotten herself into?
Lizzie stared at the man outside her house. What the hell was he doing there? She let the door swing open and grasped her daughter's hand then stepped back, giving him room to enter. Once he was inside, she shut the door, locked it and knelt down next to the girl. "Tori, honey, can you go upstairs and pick out a book to read for bedtime? Mommy will be up there to read it in a minute."
The tiny child smiled and nodded, then hurried up the stairs, but not without a quick peek back over her shoulder.
Lizzie smiled and waved her on, and with a quick grin the little girl bounded into her room. Lizzie strode to a closet down the hall and yanked out and arm load of towels and thrust them at Gordo. After he took them, she busied herself with picking up a stray teddy bear from the base of the stairs and walked quickly into the living room. Taking a deep breath, hoping it would calm her pounding heart, she sat down in a chair, then looked expectantly up at him.
Gordo spread out the towel and sat down on it on the floor. "I don't want to get your furniture wet," he stated softly.
Lizzie struggled to drop her anger long enough to point to his clothes. "Why are you soaked?"
"I walked here."
"How did you know that I would be here?" she demanded then took a deep breath and stood up. "Follow me." She led the way to a small downstairs bathroom and pulled out an old blue knee length robe. "You'd better get out of those wet clothes. I'll get you a blanket." Before he could say any more, she firmly shut the door, then walked to the same closet and pulled a soft blanket off the bottom shelf. She took a deep breath. He was supposed to be gone, why was he here? Why did he come back? Didn't he think she'd had enough trouble forgetting him? She swallowed the lump forming in her throat, she would not get emotional.
Lizzie hurried back into the living room, tossed the blanket over a chair, then flipped her hair over her shoulders. She began to pick up the toys she and Tori had been playing with when he'd knocked on the door.
"You have a daughter," his slightly deep voice stated from behind her.
Lizzie stood up with the toy basket in front of her. "Yes, I do." She tried to ignore the way his eyes seemed even bluer in the robe, the way the wet locks fell across his forehead. It became easier as she remember a time almost five years ago. The more she remembered, the easier it became to get angry that he was standing in front of her.
"She's adorable," he noted, sitting in a chair and wrapping the blanket around his shoulders.
"Yes, she is."
"She looks like you."
"Thank you."
"Lizzie," he stated gently.
"What?" she snapped, slamming the basket down in it's place. "You know you still haven't answered my question. What are you doing here?" she demanded, keeping in mind the fact that Tori was upstairs.
He dropped his eyes. "You're angry."
"Damn right, I'm angry, David," she hissed, correcting her earlier mistake of calling him Gordo. "You left me. You left me alone, and you didn't even have the balls to talk to me."
"You make it sound like it was simple," he answered, his voice wavering.
"What could have been hard about it? You're the one who did it! Left nothing but a letter on the table in the apartment we were sharing. No explanation, nothing but: 'Lizzie, I have to get away. David.'" She pressed her tongue against the roof of her mouth, crossed her arms and looked up at the lights. She would not lose this battle with her emotions. "If leaving wasn't bad enough, you signed it David. I never knew you as David, I knew you as Gordo."
"You called me David just a couple of minutes ago," he stated softly.
"Yeah, I did, because that's what you've become to me now, you're David." She sat down quickly in a chair and stared at him as he lowered himself onto the couch.
"I'm sor-"
"I don't want your apology, it's a little late for that now," she snapped, grabbing a toy and holding it in her hands. "Okay, one more time. Why are you here?"
He dropped his eyes, pushed the blanket aside and stood up. "You know, I should just go."
"Why did you come here?" she demanded, grabbing his arm.
"It doesn't matter," he stated, pulling away.
"David," she snapped, standing up and remembering to drop her voice again. "Tell me."
"You want to know why? I need a place to stay. Things didn't work out I couldn't even afford a cab here, I had to get a free bus ride from the airport," he barked. "Okay? And I was going to ask you, but you still hate me and I can't ask you that now can I?"
Lizzie bit her lip and took a deep breath. "You can stay here," she blurted out. She quickly sucked in a deep breath, wondering why she'd agreed.
"Are you serious?" he asked in disbelief.
Lizzie nodded. He had been her best friend, and he was obviously broke now, and it must have taken something for him to find her and then for him to ask if he could stay. Regardless of what had happened, she couldn't just leave him out on the streets. "We have extra rooms upstairs," she answered.
"Lizzie, you don't have to," he began softly.
"No, you need a place to stay," she insisted, standing up. "I've got to go read Tori her story. So, I'll shut my bedroom door and hers and you can pick from the doors that are open." She said nothing else, then went quickly up the stairs. Before she entered her daughter's room, she had to pause and force herself to collect her emotions. What had she gotten herself into?