I hugged Todd. He had a big bag over his shoulder. It probably had everything he needed for the rest of the week. He carried the bag into my room and came back out. I noticed that his black eye was barely visible. We talked about what had happened with to each other since we'd left. Of course, I'd gotten fatter. Not that I'd use the word fatter, considering I'm pregnant. I'd rather say the baby was getting fatter, not that I wanted a fat kid of anything.
    Todd told me I looked beautiful even with the baby getting fatter. We talked and talked.
    For the next week, Todd and I got closer than ever. I knew Todd would be an awesome father, that is, if he wanted to be. Yep, I was allowing Todd to be my baby's "father", mostly because I didn't want any interaction with the real one.
    The week passed by quickly and it was soon Thanksgiving. The day was filled with joy, laughter, and love. It was me, the baby(I'm counting it in already!), Rodney, Maddie, Leila, Patty, Todd, and two of Maddie's cousins. I thanked that I was away from that horrible father of mine, but I felt something still broken inside. It was a small crack, but it was still there. I guess, it just takes time to forgive the past. You're probably wondering,"How do you forgive the past?" Well, I would tell you, but then you wouldn't figure it out for yourself. So, take time to think about it. You'll see what I mean.
    The next morning, Todd had to leave. He had a party he had to go to. It was for his mom. It was her birthday today. Todd asked me if I wanted to come, but I declined. She didn't know about me being pregnant yet. Todd would be coming back on my birthday though. December third. When Todd left, I thought about Halloween. We didn't celebrate that holiday, but we put up a few decorations. I thought how, once my baby grew old enough, I would take him or her trick - or - treating. I could imagine it. A little kid looking so cute in a little pumpkin costume. Yeah, I could see it.
    I thought about all of this as the days passed by. I was amazed how my dad didn't find us. He didn't locate Todd or Leila. I think maybe he just wanted me out of the house. Or maybe, he was trying to find me, so I wouldn't tell someone what he did to me. I didn't know, but I didn't let the thought ruin my days.