Gena was glad that she had moved to Spring Grove. It was a somewhat rural area, but it had plenty of access to the city. The warm September breeze in the burbs was pleasant, but the city was much better for hunting.
Gena finished painting her bathroom and put down the brush.
'It's finally done.'
She had worked on remodeling her house for the last month or so. Her house wasn't too large, but it wasn't tiny either. It was modest size for her, but that didn't say much since she grew up in a sprawling villa. The house had only one bedroom, two bathrooms, a living room, and a kitchen. The garage had an apartment built above it, which she decided to rent out to people. She had repainted the whole house to match her tastes, which consisted of warmer colors of red and gold. The only thing she had built was a stable in the backyard. Gena had bought two horses from a local farmer who was getting rid of his animals; she took the brown and grey horses home with her.
Gena sat down on her couch with her laptop on her knees, reading the emails from work. The fashion design world was a non-stop realm of excitement and deadlines. Luckily she was off from work tomorrow, which gave her time to just lounge and relax. She lay down and turned the television on with the remote. She started to drift off to sleep when the doorbell rang. She got up out of her bemused state and opened the door.
She stood there as she looked upon his face. He looked at her, his eyes dead. A million thoughts went through her head at once.
'How dare he come here! After all this time and not even a phone call! He returned all of my letters back to me! Why didn't he email? How did he find out where I live? Does he even think about me anymore? '
She stared at him not saying a word. Her arms crossed in front of her in a defensive stance.
"I know I shouldn't be here, but I didn't know what to do. I got kicked out of my house and I have nowhere else to go. I thought that maybe you would take me in out of the goodness of your heart."
"Gavin, how did you find me?"
"I looked up your address using your phone number online. I hope it's all right. I didn't have anybody else that could help me. But, if you can't, then I understand." He turned to go back to his car.
"Gavin, wait...if you need a place to stay, you can stay in the apartment above my garage. It only has a bedroom and a bathroom, but it's a nice size. But I'm going to have to charge you rent like I do all the other people who use it."
"That's fine. I'll find a job so I can pay for it." He started to move back to his car to grab his belongings. "Gena, thank you."
Gena finished painting her bathroom and put down the brush.
'It's finally done.'
She had worked on remodeling her house for the last month or so. Her house wasn't too large, but it wasn't tiny either. It was modest size for her, but that didn't say much since she grew up in a sprawling villa. The house had only one bedroom, two bathrooms, a living room, and a kitchen. The garage had an apartment built above it, which she decided to rent out to people. She had repainted the whole house to match her tastes, which consisted of warmer colors of red and gold. The only thing she had built was a stable in the backyard. Gena had bought two horses from a local farmer who was getting rid of his animals; she took the brown and grey horses home with her.
Gena sat down on her couch with her laptop on her knees, reading the emails from work. The fashion design world was a non-stop realm of excitement and deadlines. Luckily she was off from work tomorrow, which gave her time to just lounge and relax. She lay down and turned the television on with the remote. She started to drift off to sleep when the doorbell rang. She got up out of her bemused state and opened the door.
She stood there as she looked upon his face. He looked at her, his eyes dead. A million thoughts went through her head at once.
'How dare he come here! After all this time and not even a phone call! He returned all of my letters back to me! Why didn't he email? How did he find out where I live? Does he even think about me anymore? '
She stared at him not saying a word. Her arms crossed in front of her in a defensive stance.
"I know I shouldn't be here, but I didn't know what to do. I got kicked out of my house and I have nowhere else to go. I thought that maybe you would take me in out of the goodness of your heart."
"Gavin, how did you find me?"
"I looked up your address using your phone number online. I hope it's all right. I didn't have anybody else that could help me. But, if you can't, then I understand." He turned to go back to his car.
"Gavin, wait...if you need a place to stay, you can stay in the apartment above my garage. It only has a bedroom and a bathroom, but it's a nice size. But I'm going to have to charge you rent like I do all the other people who use it."
"That's fine. I'll find a job so I can pay for it." He started to move back to his car to grab his belongings. "Gena, thank you."