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he’s telling the truth, then I think we did the right thing bringing him here,” he responds. “He seems like a very decent young man.”
    “That’s good news then, right?”
    “Yeah, but you need to be smart about this, Ana. It’s going to take some time for him to heal, so I made some ground rules for while he’s here,” he explains.
    “What kind of rules?” I ask.
    “I let him know what my expectations are. He has a life waiting for him, so as soon as he gets back on his feet, he needs to go home.”
    “That’s the plan, Daddy. I never expected him to stay.”
    “Don’t go falling for this guy. He’s already showing an interest in you… asking a lot of questions and trying to find out what’s going on with you.”
    “I have no interest in starting anything up with him,” I say, trying to sound like I mean it. “It’s not like he’s my type anyway.”
    “You don’t have a type yet, and I don’t want you to get hurt,” he warns. That’s like telling me to go jump in the sack with the guy right now. I’ve never been very good with people telling me not to do something, especially my dad.
    “And Steven called. Said he’s been trying to reach you, but you haven’t answered his calls,” Dad says with a questioning look. “Just a heads up… he’s coming by this afternoon to check on you.”
    “Why didn’t you just make something up? Tell him I have the flu or I’m on my period or something,” I groan.
    “He knows something is going on, so you might as well figure out what you’re going to tell him about your guest.”
    “His name is Dillon, and there’s nothing to tell. He won’t even tell me anything!” I shout.
    “Well, either way, Steven’s coming. You decide what you want to tell him,” he barks as he walks towards the door. “I have to run into town. Call me if you need anything.”
    He shuts the door before I have a chance to say anything more. Damn. I am totally screwed. Steven is going to have a meltdown when he finds out about all this. I actually feel a little bad about it. He’s been so supportive over the past few months, and I know this is going to push him over the edge. I actually consider not telling him, but he can always tell when I’m keeping things from him. He knows me better than anyone, so there’s no point in even trying to hide this.
    I make Dillon a bowl of chicken soup and crackers for lunch. He is exhausted and falls asleep before he even finishes eating. I’m busy cleaning up his dishes when Steven knocks on the door. He doesn’t wait for me to answer. Instead, he uses his key and walks right in.      
    “What’s going on with you, Ana? I’ve been calling you for days, and you won’t answer your damn phone,” Steven says with a disgruntled look on his face. The dark burgundy shirt that he’s wearing only makes him look even angrier, and I find it hard to look him in the eye.
    “I’ve been… umm… really busy, Steven. Dad has been helping me with something, and… it’s been a little hectic,” I stutter.
    “What kind of something, and why haven’t you answered the phone?” he asks. “Just tell me what the hell is going on.”
    “It’s nothing, Steven. Really. Nothing to worry about. I’m sorry I didn’t answer my phone.”
    “Have you been getting those calls again?” he asks.
    “Well, they never really stopped….” I confess.
    “Wait… I thought you said they were getting better!” he snaps.
    “I lied.”
    “Fuck! Why the hell haven’t you told me?” he shouts as he begins pacing around the room. He runs his fingers through his hair, and his eyes narrow on mine. “You can’t keep going on like this, Ana. We have to do something.”
    “We’ve already tried everything. There’s nothing else we can do. I don’t want you to keep worrying about all this. It’s not your problem,” I explain.
    “I can’t believe you just said that. Fucking hell, Ana,” he says angrily as he sits down on one of my kitchen