8 in Far from Home

  • May 31, 2021, 1:49 p.m.
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After Forrest brought me my second suitcase, he told me I could feel free to put anything I wanted in the dresser since it was basically empty.

So, I unpacked and loaded things into the dresser that was empty save for a small notepad and an old ballpoint pen. There may have been a safety pin or two as well.

When I was done, I left the bedroom. As soon as I stepped into the hall, I could see Forrest in the living room. He sat in the plush chair closest to the hall watching what sounded like some kind of sporting event on TV.

He glanced my way when he saw me approaching and asked, “Hungry?”

I nodded. “Famished, actually.”

“Tomorrow we’ll do some grocery shopping. How about a pizza for tonight?”

“Anything sounds great to me right about now.”

“I’ll order it online and have it delivered so you don’t have to go out again today.”

I thanked him and sat in the chair next to him. There was a small round table between the chairs on which a beer sat.

I wasn’t sure what to do at that point. Should I start a conversation? Or would he rather not be distracted from what he was watching?

I decided to remain silent, not sure what to discuss anyway. I was too tired to think clearly, anyway.

When he heard me yawn, he told me, “Feel free to lay down on the couch or your bed if you need to. I’ll let you know when the food is here.”

“I’m okay for now but after we eat, I’ll probably want to wash up and hit the sack.”

“No problem, I’ll be as quiet as I can.”

We didn’t talk much until the food arrived. Getting the pizza seemed to take forever as he was so engrossed in the event on TV that he wasn’t exactly quick to order it. As my stomach growled with hunger, I mentally urged him to hurry up and place the order.

I had to resist the urge to look at him as curious as I was about the guy.

Finally, he ordered the pizza and it was all I could do to keep from scarfing down most of it when it arrived.

Sensing how hungry I was he said, “This is a pretty big pizza and I’m not that hungry so don’t feel you have to hold back in any way. Eat all you want.”

“Thanks, Forrest. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hungry in my life.”

After three large pieces of pizza and plenty of diet soda, I washed my face and brushed my teeth. I was standing in front of the mirror attached to the dresser brushing out my hair which I had unraveled from its braid when Forrest appeared in the doorway.

“Wow,” he said.

I glanced at him as he gave me a once-over. I held the hairbrush in my hand, now clad in a long pink sleep shirt with white bunnies.

“What?” I asked a touch nervously. “That I would sleep with bunnies all over me or that I’m just another chick who likes pink?”

He gave a quick chuckle and said, “I didn’t realize your hair was so long.”

“It is and I’m definitely getting sick of it, too.”

“Must be hard to care for,” he said eyeing me in a way I wasn’t sure I should be flattered by or creeped out by instead.

Changing the subject, I asked, “So what about payment? We never really discussed that yet. How much do you want and how often?”

“Just a few hundred a month will do,” he said with a shrug. “The grocery store is within walking distance so you can just get what you want food-wise.”

“Just a few hundred?” I asked with surprise.

He nodded. “Norway isn’t as cheap as Thailand but it’s not very expensive. I only pay $825 for this place and that includes heat, electricity and water. So, $300 a month is fine. Remember, you’re going to be doing the cleaning and laundry so I’m good with a few hundred if you are.”

“Yeah,” I said, still surprised. “That’s an excellent deal. That way I could save a bit while I figure out where to go next with my life.”

“There’s only one other thing I want from you.”

Oh no, I thought. Here we go. Here is where he’s going to demand a blowjob after work or something like that and then I’ll have to split with no place to go and hope I don’t run out of money until I can get back out of the country.

“I just don’t want you to give out any information to anyone who may come around looking for me, okay?”

I blinked, caught off guard by the simple request. “Yeah, sure. No problem. Mind if I ask why?”

He hesitated a moment and I thought he might tell me to mind my own business and just do as he wished or get out, but then he said, “Rumor has it that my father is looking to reconnect with me and I really don’t want anything to do with him. I guess he’s been hunting me down or trying to, anyway.”

“Oh, I know all about family members we’d rather avoid so no problem. My lips are sealed.”

He nodded appreciatively and said, “Good night, hun.”

As I pulled the bed’s floral blanket over me, I wondered if there was more to Forrest’s story than he was letting on.

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