Chapter 20
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I should calm down and wait. Wait thirty minutes and see if she comes back. If she doesn't come back, she's probably on her way to a different state.
I closed her door and went to the living room. I took a seat on the couch that was facing the door, which meant that when she came through the door, I'll be the first person she sees.
Thirty minutes past but no sign of her or King so I decided to wait a little longer.
A next hour passed but still no sign of them.
I sighed in frustration. All I ever wanted was to help her. From the first moment I laid eyes on her and her tummy, I felt the need to protect this beautiful pregnant teen from the world. After all, she was in a similar position to my mother. I didn't want what happened to my mother happening to her. She when I saw her again, I did the stupidest thing a stranger could ask a next stranger.
I asked her to move in with me, offered her protection, bought her nice clothes for her and the baby. Bought everything that the baby will need once he/she gets here, and what do I get?
She stole my dog and left all that behind. If she had taken the things and left the dog I wouldn't feel so bad, it's just a couple thousand lost, but King was my baby, is my baby. I've had him for years, and in less than a week, I gave my trust to a homeless girl, and what did she do? Steal my baby.
I stood from the couch with my hand in my fist. I will not go down like this. I won't stop until I get my dog back. I took up my home phone off the hook and dialled my friend, Tariq. He is one of the best PI in the state. As I wait for Tariq to pick up, I heard keys turning, and in a few seconds, my door was pushed opened.
My eyes landed on her immediately then down at my dog. Suddenly a sense of relief washed over me. She didn't steal King; she went to walk him.
"Hello." my attention suddenly drift back to the phone in my hands.
"Nevermind. I'll explain later." then I placed the phone back on the hook and looked at the girl in front of me.
Her dark hair was a bit messy, but she still looked beautiful and just like that I forgot how angry I was a minute before.
Jakobia's POV
"Nevermind. I'll explain later." I watched as Valdo placed the phone down without taking his eyes off me. He looked relieved to see me for some odd reason.
"Hi," I whispered, not quite sure what to say. I didn't expect him home until the next hour. What's he doing here?
He ran his hands through his hair and let out a smile. After a few seconds, he finally spoke, "Hi."
That's when it clicked. That call was about me and by the look that was on his face I could tell it was because he thought I runaway. "You thought I left, didn't you?"
He nodded, "Yes. I thought you did. I called a few times earlier, and I didn't get any answer, and so I decide to come and check if everything was okay. When I came home, the place was quiet, the things I bought were there, the only thing missing was King. I've been waiting for two hours and no sign of you. So yes, I thought you left."
I nodded understanding, "And the person on the phone?"
"Private Investigator." He answered honestly, but I could see he was hesitant at first.
"It's okay. I understand your side of the story; now you listen to mine. I got really bored. I didn't find anything on the TV remotely interesting, and I wasn't in the mood for reading. You see for the past six months I've been on the street, not locked up in some fancy apartment with four hundred different channel and so I wanted some fresh air and King looked like he needed some as well. So I decided that the park would be a great idea. With King as my compass, we went to the park, but on the way back, we got lost and were going in circles. I finally decide to ask someone for directions." That was the most straightforward way I could put today's activity in words, but I also learnt a vital lesson. Dogs are great at memory records but not necessary it the correct order.
I looked at Valdo, waiting for his response. After a few seconds of silence, he smiled, "The reason why you got lost is that when I'm coming back from the park or walks with King, we don't usually take the same route. I'm sorry for doubting you. Sorry for thinking you stole my dog."
I shrug, "We only met a few days ago. I am a pregnant stranger you decided you wanted to help. I understand if you don't trust me 100%, to be honest, I still don't trust you 100%, but I'm grateful for the help. Words can't explain how thankful I am to you. Even if you turn out to be a creep, I'll still be grateful because it's kindness anyone has been to me since I became homeless. Thank you."
He laughed, "I'm not a creep."
"That's what a creep would say."
He laughed a little harder, "I'm a creep. I'm a creep. I'm a creep."
I laughed at his childish behaviour, "Say that one time and I just might believe you."
He shook his head and smile, his blue lighting up. He mumbled, "Women are so hard to please."
"I am not hard to please." I defended with a smile. I turn around placing the key on the rack then look back at him.
