Sunday, April 26, 2009

1/7/09 - Fear

When she called him he knew right away something was wrong, something in her voice when she said hello and asked if shed woken him up made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up straight.
When he arrived at the park, at the exact spot they had shared a loving afternoon once at a time so far ago, and and she came to him from within the shadows, his heart broke all over again. The way she told him of what the other man had done, of how scared she'd been, filled his broken heart with pain. She cried and the salty tears burned away at the cuts and bruises on her face.
When he sat her in his car and began to drive she placed her shaking hand into his and held it tight, so tight after a moment it went numb but he said nothing and she didn't let go until they arrived at his home, and even then only after several moments of his assurance and several more promises he would take her hand again in just a moment.
When he gently washed her face, and cleaned her cuts she wept more and her body shook, he changed her clothes into some of his own, his favorite shirt she'd always loved a pair of pants she'd left a while ago, and layed her into bed.
When she told him she was scared he would come back, that she should hide, he promised her nothing bad would ever happen, he sat in front of his door and promised he wouldn't let anyone in, he watched her fall asleep as he did the same.
And when she went to sleep, she wondered why she'd ever let him go, the shaking stopped, she relaxed, and went to sleep feeling safe and sound.

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