Breaking Fate

I placed the last item, from the array of boxes, on the dinning room table. I back up a few steps and gaze around the room. "This is what my life is, a new start," I murmur to myself. I sigh as I take it all in. The new house, the new layout, my new life. My thoughts are interrupted, though, when my 6 year old son comes dashing down the stairs. "Mommy can you please come up and see my room," he pleads as I lead him into the kitchen to get a snack. "How about after we get you a snack," I say as I poke him in the stomach, making him giggle. "Pleeeaase," he says and does the one thing he knows I cant resist, the puppy dog face. "Oh shit," I mutter. He knows I cant say no when he does that. "Ok," I say as I put down the box of crackers I was holding. He squeals and grabs my hand, tugging me up the stairs to his room. As soon as we near his room, he turns around and says with a mischievous smile, "close your eyes." I sigh and do as he says, but not before ruffling his hair to show my disapproval. He huffs in response but quickly shakes it off. He leads me a few more steps down the hall, the whole time I'm praying to god that he wont let me run my head into a wall, that's the last thing I need today. "Now open," he shouts in excitement. "I open my eyes slowly, blinking a few times in the bright light. When my eyes finally gain vision, I am a taken back by the sight. It looks exactly like his old room, the life we left behind. His action figures were all on his desk, his baseball and bat were leaning against his closet door, and his car collection was all placed on his bedside table. It was exactly how his room was, a lifetime ago. I felt a tear slip down my cheek, but quickly whipped it away. I didn't want my son to worry. Instead I said, "It's perfect." He looks up at me and smiles, a true smile of pleasure. I force myself to smile back at him. I nod once to myself and then lead him out of his room. I quickly take him down the stairs, suddenly very intent on getting him a snack. We make it halfway to the kitchen before the doorbell rings. "Uggh" I groan, "I cant get a thing worth shit done today," I mutter so Aiden cant hear, as I redirect my route to the front door. I whip open the front door a little too hard, causing it to bang against the wall. The person outside jumps a little when it bangs and I quickly look up to apologize, but my mouth freezes. There, standing on my door step was a man. He looked to be about 25, possibly older. And boy would I be lying if I said he wasn't the slightest bit attractive. He had curly brown hair and deep green eyes. And the tight black shirt he was wearing gave me an almost perfect outline of his chest. I quickly unfroze though when he says, "I saw that you just moved in and I wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood. My name's Harry and this is my son Nicholas" he states, "We live next door to you," he adds as an after thought. I stand there again, frozen. "Oh, here you go. I made you a cake as a welcome gift," he says. "Thank you," I get out. Then Aiden comes out from behind me. "Who's that," he says when he sees Nicholas. "That's Nicholas" I tell him, "and that's Harry." Nicholas peeks out from behind Harry's legs and gives a small smile. He then asks Aiden, "Do you like sports." Aiden's face suddenly brightens up when Nicholas asks that. "I love sports" he cheers, "Baseball's my favorite," he adds. Nicholas responds by saying, "I love baseball. There's a big park near our house that I play baseball at all the time," he cheers. "Really," Aiden says, getting happier by the minute. "Yah, we could go there sometime," Nicholas says. Harry suddenly interrupts the trance I was in as I listened in to the exchange between my son and Nicholas. "Would you like to come with us to the park tomorrow," he asks with a mischievous smile on his face. Aiden and Nicholas start cheering yes. I look down at Aiden and sigh, I cant disappoint him. "Sure," I say cautiously. I don't like the look Harry is giving me. It's not the look of someone who is just looking at you, it's more. "Great, we will pick you up at 9am sharp," Harry says with in an overly happy tone. "Yah," I say a little more confidently. This man had a way of getting to me, and I wasn't going to let it take over my sanity. He takes Nicholas' hand and leads him down the front walk. Right before he disappears from sight, he winks at me. My breath catches in my throat, but I quickly tell myself that I had imagined it, I wasn't going to let another man into my life and then let them have the chance to hurt me. Not again. As I close the front door, I let out a breath I had no idea I was holding. This man had an effect on me. And I didn't like it. It could never end well if he hurt me. It had happened once, but I wasn't letting it happen again. But again, I could never regret what had come out of my past.

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