Chapter 4: Dynamite. Grenade. Bomb. Something explosive.

Dianna POV

"Dianna." Elizabeth calls out.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"You won't have to come tomorrow or Sunday, because George won't have school, and he can watch Jean. Isn't that nice."

"I guess." I fake a smile.

"Well, I've got to go."

"See you later." She gives Jean a kiss, and leaves. It's going to be boring without being here. I don't know anyone here. I look at the counter, and see George forgot his lunch.

"Uh oh." I say. I look at her, and she blankly stares back.

"We can't let him starve." I get a diaper bag together, then grab my purse, and his lunch. I put his lunch in my purse so I wounld't have to carry it. I do a look over to make sure I haven't forgotten anything. I throw the bags over my shoulder, and carry Jean in my arms. I remember Elizabeth telling me that his school was only 2 rights, and 3 lefts from the house. The weather is muggy so the walk wasn't pleasant. I get lost once, but ask someone for directions. I soon find a small building with two big doors. I walk in, and a bunch of kids stare at me. just make my way to the main office.

"Can I help you?" A middle aged woman with skinny glasses asks.

"Yeah. I need to see George Enhart." She pages him. I thank her, and go out in the hall to wait for him. I see him come down the hall, and walk over to meet him.

"Hello." I say to catch his attention. He looks at me.

"Hey. What are you doing here?"

"You forgot your lunch." I say and hold the bag out.

"Thanks. You're a lifesaver."

"I know. I'm great. Yay me." I say.

"See ya later?"

"Yeah." I say, and walk away. The bell rings, and he takes off running. I bounce Jean as I walk. I stop at a few shops to window shop. I go in and sit in the air conditioning at some coffee shop, but the smells make me start to feel sick. I had to leave. I walk around shop to shop, and imagine my baby dressed up in some of the outfits that are on display.

"I'm ready to go home. What about you?" I ask little Jean. She just lays limp in my arms. There's nothing quite as sweet as watching a baby sleep. I play with Jean for awhile, and wait for George to come home. Cut me some slack. He's the only person my age who I know here, and Jean doesn't do to much talking. But when he gets home he slams the door, marches up the stairs, and slams his bedroom door shut. A picture fell from the wall, and broke. Making Jean cry.

"Oh. It's ok. Don't cry." I sway her side to side. I wonder what his issue is. When I finally calm Jean down enough to set her down, I go and clean up the broken glass and frame. I feel dizzy, and realize I've not chanced on eating today. I leave Jean in her crib, and go to the kitchen. There's George with a headset on. I turn to the slide door, and look out. As George walks past he bumps into me (on accident). He stares at me like I jumped in front of him.

"What's the issue?" I snap.

"YOU!" He snaps back. I feel my jaw drop.

"What did I do?" I ask.

"Made my girlfriend break-up with me!" Now my jaw is gaping.

"I've never met her! How did I do anything?"

"She saw you bring me lunch with Jean. What else could she assume?"

"That I was the babysitter, and brought you your lunch. Trust me I didn't want to go walking in this horrible weather! I feel hot and sweaty."

"Yeah. Poor thing can't go 10 minutes without air conditioning. Would you like me to fetch you a lemon-nod?" He asks sarcastically. Tears start coming down my face in large amounts.

"Oh look. Someone yells at you and you cry. You're so spoiled."

"SHUT UP! You don't anything about my life! You're life is perfect compared to mine!" I scream and I cry more.

"Yes. Having someone wait on you hand and foot. It's a horrible life!"

"SHUT UP!"

"So tell me how your life is so much horrible than mine? Please do tell. I'm all ears." As if on que for his question, I feel real sick, and make a mad dash to the bathroom.

"I'm pregnant." I moan as I feel another wave coming.

"YOU'RE PREGNANT?" George yells.

"YOU DIDN'T THINK UNTIL NOW TO TELL ME? HOW? WAIT. YOU DIDN'T TELL ME?" He continues to yell. I sit there until I can't take his yelling. I run to get my bag with tears running down my face, run out the door, and almost knock over Elizabeth. But I keep going, even though Lizzy told me to stop. I rounded the corner. And opened a trashcan to release what was left in my stomach. I stop for a minute, and I hear Lizzy screaming.

"What did you do to her?"

"Nothing!" I can imagine him crossing his arms.

"That didn't look like nothing! With something like that she could get so stressed that it could hurt her baby. What even happened?"

"Well, If I had've know she was pregnant I wouldn't yelled at her!"

"You yelled at her? Why!"

"You're so concerned with her like she's your own child! Why don't you go trade me for her."

"She doesn't have any family so I try to be!"

"Whatever." He sounds like he just gave up.

"All we can do is call her. See if she got home safe. If she even answers the phone. We're not done with this we'll talk later!" She grumbles, and her voice fades away. I hear a door slam. I gather myself together, and continue to walk and cry. No matter where I go I leave heartache. I wish there was a place where just me and my baby could go where we are actually wanted. And needed. It's just s great feeling to know someone needs and wants you. When you get someone that has both of those qualities you're lucky. So far in my life, no one needed or wanted me. Well, except for my baby. I unlock the door, and just barely crawl to the shower. I sit in the floor of the shower, and let the warm water fall over me.

I begin to think. If I put everything together just right that I was like 2 weeks pregnant when I left Orlando. I've been here a almost a week.

"Congratulations, Me. You're 3 weeks pregnant." I talk to myself. I think about what Elizabeth said that I wouldn't have to come in for the next two days. Maybe I can get my stuff, and get away from here. I don't know. Let's give him 2 days to calm down.