Love is the Sunshine

Carla was driving herself insane. She had no idea what do with this man. What was wrong with her? How could she take him to her house like this? She took one good look at him and decided that it definitely wasn't a good idea.

A thought crossed her mind, 'Is he a felon? I wonder whether he has a criminal record.' She glanced down at him and saw that he had blood stains all over his shirt. 'By the looks of him, he has got to be some kind of criminal, ' she thought. Looking at him again, her mind began to run wild, 'Why were those people chasing him? He must have done something quite horrific for them to want to beat him unconsciously.'

Looking around her, she took a second and thought to herself, 'There are so many people in this world... Why does this have to happen to me?' Carla's mom had told her never get involved with men like him. Her mom always used to say," Men like that will take all of your money, leave you homeless and heartbroken." Carla believed her mom, hence why she never associated herself with men like him, until now.

'What if these people come back? What if they saw my face and came after me? I hope that they don't think I was involved with this man, nor whatever he did.' Her eyes widened at the thought of men coming after her.

She knew nothing about this man. She knew that bringing him home could cause complete havoc. The thought of him being in her house sent shivers down her spine. 'For all I know, he could be a murderer.'

She really wanted to help him because that was one of her characteristics. Carla had such a caring heart. She was always willing to lend a helping hand to someone in need. As much as she wanted to help this man, she knew she couldn't. She had a little ten-year-old brother to look after and she would never do anything to put his life in jeopardy.

Carla's parents passed away at a very young age. Her brother was only a baby. Ever since then, she was his mom and sister combined in one. They never had any other close relatives in the city, so she took it upon herself to take care of him.

As Carla was trying to carry this man off of her electric scooter, she heard a familiar voice coming up from behind her," I am over the moon with excitement, Carla. You have finally brought a guy home. Is he your new boyfriend?" said the voice behind her. Seeing Carla with a guy was something unusual. Carla never had a serious boyfriend, as she was always busy with something. She was always juggling work, taking care of her brother and working hard towards paying off her debt. She never really had any time for one. Before she could turn around, she heard this lady say," Why don't you take him upstairs for coffee or something? I am sure your brother would love to meet him."

She turned around to see who it was, 'Oh no, it's Jena Wang. I can't deal with this woman right now.' Jena had just come from her usual run around the block and spotted them. She was very pretty. She had long tanned skinny legs and a tiny waist. Jena could never keep her nose out of other people's lives, even if she tried to.

Jena started walking towards Carla with a big smile on her face. She wanted to meet Carla's new boyfriend.

"Please Jena, now is not a good time," said Carla. She was planning to put him in an alleyway between the two buildings, behind the dumpsters, and just leave him there. However, Carla couldn't proceed with her plan anymore, as she knew Jena would see what she was about to do.

"He is not my Boyfriend. Why would you think that?" asked Carla. Jena could hear the slight irritation in her voice. "Come on, Carla... It's obvious. You know, bringing a man home is completely normal. You don't have to be shy about it," said Jena.

"I am really happy that you have found someone, Carla. You have been doing this all on your own for such a long time now. You really need a break," Jena said. She had a big grin on her face. 'I wish that was true, ' Carla thought to herself. After saying what she needed to say, Jena smiled at Carla. She then took a sip of water, turned around and started jogging towards the stairs.

Jena stopped and turned her head with the obvious intention to something more. Carla rolled her eyes and thought, 'What is she going to say now?'

"Don't canoodle for too long outside. It was reported on the news that a storm is on its way," Jena said, winking at Carla.

"I will see you guys around. Have fun!" Jena shouted. Letting out a small giggle, she then disappeared up the stairs. Carla halfheartedly smiled at Jena as she left. She thought to herself, 'Thank goodness she is gone.'

When Jena saw Carla and her 'boyfriend' outside the building, the man's head was on Carla's shoulder. It's rather dark at night and Jena wasn't able to see his face at all. That was why she thought they were canoodling.

As soon as Jena left, Carla placed the man's heavy arm around her neck and attempted to carry him off her scooter. "Why are you so heavy?'' she said to him.

'Am I stupid? Why am I doing all this for this man I've only met?

Why am I doing so much for this man? I saved him from being chased and killed from some kind of gang, and now I have to carry him to somewhere safe. If I take him home, he will be putting both Sean and I at risk. It would only be fair to dump him somewhere and forget that he even existed.'

Carla's mind started to run again, 'That's not the person I am... I will never be able to forgive myself If I just leave him somewhere to die.'

She searched him for any kind of identification. Carla found his wallet and searched for his name but she couldn't find any. While searching him, Carla couldn't help but notice that he didn't have anything valuable on him.

man that could take care of her financially. She wanted him to be attractive, charming, romantic and to help her get far in life. Her mind started to drift back to the unconscious man, 'Is he really making me doubt my future

she said quietly to

about a man that she had never even met

him home until he was better. She knew leaving him somewhere would

up the stairs. She finally reached the door. Holing the man with her both hands and unable to reach for the keys in her pocket, she kicked

body up. She had used all of her strength and put his entire body on

way. Be patient! Did you forget your keys again? Stop kicking

open the door. "Come on, Sean! Open up!" Carla shouted from the other side of the door. Sean

Looking at his sister, the sight of a man, whose face was covered in blood, immediately made Sean forget what

He was just standing there and staring

never seen so much blood before. It was only natural for him to react

looked at her with his mouth wide open. He was

unable to carry him any further. There was sweat running down her red face. "That is the most exercise I have done all year," she joked. Carla was just happy that she

if anyone was watching what they were doing. The coast was clear. He closed the door behind them and locked it just in case. Sean attempted to help Carla by grabbing his feet. After a lot of effort, they managed to put the

do you care to tell me why there is an unconscious man with blood

a wet cloth and started wiping the blood of his face. "Shut up! Go and fetch

Our house has become a hospital. I have always wanted

the man lying on his couch. His imagination was running wild about how this man got injured. "Sean, the medical aid kit!"

face. She took his shirt off, which was also full of blood, and threw it in the wash. She fetched a blanket from the cupboard and gently put it over him.

only had a few cuts and bruises, but

done here so go back to your room now

to be here when he wakes up," Sean replied. Carla looked at him

his room. He needed to finish his homework and get some sleep as

at all. She just wanted to sit and wait

around, she

he's ever had plastic surgery done

to race and her mind started to drift, 'Look how beautifully carved his eyelids are and how perfectly shaped his nose is. Those lips must have been made

so seductive and he could make you do anything he desired

took her gaze off his face and looked at his body.

How can everything be so perfect?

and whispered to him," If only you knew how

to move and Carla's face went red like a tomato from embarrassment,

eyes open, he almost jumped out of his skin

widened with surprise," Oh,

get up, but his head was too sore," Who are you? Where am I? Where is my shirt?" He asked Carla. He felt his head and

was. She couldn't

My name is Carla, and I put your shirt in the wash because it was full of blood. You are in my house." Terence scanned the room he was in. It was a big living room, with clothes scattered

about this woman seemed familiar. He thought to himself, 'Is this the woman that