Chapter 113: Too Late
So far so good, I was doing a good job of hiding away from Reagan. The first few days I made Heather lie to him that I was sick and then the other day the baby inside of me was starting to make irritable so I wanted to be alone for a few days. Each day, I came up with bunch of silly excuses and hide out inside my room and it was a good thing I decided to move into a house of my own because hiding from Reagan would have been a good thing. And yes, I have admitted to hiding from him, avoiding him like one would the plague.
At first after the first week, I thought Reagan would come storming into my house, demanding that I face him and that he wouldn’t leave until I told him the reason for my actions but surprisingly Reagan did none of that. Instead, he sent me tray of food every day, every meal carefully prepared with things he knew I liked. Sweet cakes drizzled with honey, banana bread and warm broth when the mornings got cold and fresh fruits with milk. Every little detail was thoughtful, too thoughtful and it just made me feel guilty.
At first, I ignored them because of the guilt I felt inside but the feeling of hunger triumphed that of my guilt and so I ate everything while hiding out in my bedroom with nothing but my night dress and a blanket over my head.
Heather came inside my bedroom as I drank the broth Reagan had sent for me. "He still cares you know." She said as she lowered herself to the seat on my dressing table.
I swallowed while taking another spoonful of my broth. "Yeah I know that and which is why I feel like shit, but for some reason I can’t stop eating."
"You know you do not have to feel guilty." Heather stated, "It wasn’t your fault."
I snorted in response as I stared at her, "Are you going to tell me something along the lines of how my father’s sin, isn’t my own because if it’s that I know that. It isn’t mine but if I accepted Reagan’s proposal, everything that he will do will be in my name and there’s no telling what he is going to ask Reagan to do. So I won’t allow it, it’s safer this way trust me."
"And what’s going to be your excuse by the end of the day?" Heather asked me.
Reaching for a cup of water, I shrugged at her in response. "I don’t know, I’ll come up with something."
"Come on, you can’t keep lying to him." Heather stated as she folded her arms across her chest while giving me a pointed look.
"I will continue to if it keeps him safe from my father." I told her, "Now I may not be able to write my father’s wrong in the past, but I sure as hell can stop him from causing any more harm!"