"Sorry about a that," I replied humbly, "I wasn't thinking of all my options, and that one seemed like the best." I really did feel guilty, but I wasn't going to show it. I decided not to drive directly home, and instead drove to a nearby bakery. They sold my favorite food, plain rolls, but I hoped she would find something she liked. I parked out front and turned off the car, "Whatever you want, it's on me." I then unbuckled my seatbelt and left the car to enter the store.<br/><br/>"Oh hey Khalil, we actually just put a batch of rolls in the oven." The kind middle aged woman at the counter greeted. I sat at the counter patiently.<br/><br/>"Thank you Mrs. Sanson." I replied tiredly.<br/><br/>"All those cuts in your shirt, did you get in another fight?" She asked disappointedly.<br/><br/>"I have no choice."<br/><br/>"You could always work for us like we have offered."<br/><br/>"You would lose more money by having me." I replied, "And you couldn't pay me legally anyways, not for another year."<br/><br/>"You could just stay with us." She replied, "We still have an open room."<br/><br/>"I can't be a burden to you." I replied, "I'd rather hurt thugs than kind people."<br/><br/>"Your logic is so flawed, I really do need to pray for you more." I could see the discontent and guilt in her face. Every time I came here, I reminded her about how terrible the world was, and every time I felt guilty about doing it. I still came here because if I stopped, she might think I had died, and that might cause her more sadness.<br/><br/>"I promise to try and keep myself safe." I said.