He looked at her. His hair was still a mess and in the bright morning sunlight he looked more handsome and more human than she had ever seen him.
“I guess I’m asking you to trust me.” he said
Every fibre of her being knew that trusting him would be a really big mistake but she felt that this was her only option – she was desperate.
Taking a deep breath, she folded her arms and said, “OK.”
Walking across his office from her spot in the doorway, they shook hands to seal the deal.
She questioned what she had just done as she walked through the streets back towards her home.
She kept telling herself that it was for the greater good, that everything will be ok now. No amount of reasoning seemed to settle her anxiety though.
It felt like a heavy stone had lodged itself at the base of her sternum; her heart beating faster in a miserable attempt to get it moved.
“It will be OK” she kept repeating to herself. After all, some say that the bad times have often got to get worse before they can get better.
But she didn’t know just when they would get better – part of the deal was that he could use her anytime, anywhere, and for any reason.
When a few weeks had passed and he still hadn’t reappeared her nerves were in absolute pieces. She found herself relying on smelling salts every few hours or so just to revive herself and her senses.
In an attempt to distract, she called upon one of her sisters to come and take a walk with her.
“So what’s going on with you?” her sister asked as they strolled through the park.
“Oh, nothing; let’s not talk about my boring life, I want to know about you.” came her reply, hopefully not sounding too secretive.
Her sister went on about the little ones, and her hopes for another. They talked about childhood memories and their mother and father. The little outing proved to be a great source of distraction. That was until he appeared, as if from nowhere, in front of them.
“It’s time” he smiled at her, offering his hand as if he were a gentleman
“You know this man?” her sister queried
She stood between them like someone who had just been caught cheating at a card game; not wanting to admit the truth, but unable to think of a plausible explanation.
“I’m sorry but I have to go” she turned from her sister to follow him but her sister grabbed her arm, turning her back around.
“You can’t go with that man” she declared
“I have to. It’s the only way to make things better”
Her sister sighed, lowering her voice “He’s strange. I get a bad feeling about him – like my blood turns cold just laying eyes on him”
“I have to go, we have a deal”
“But who is he?!” her sister demanded, holding tighter to her arm
And with that, she tore her arm from her sister’s hand and went with him – off to fulfil their deal so she could finally get what she needed for her dying son.