“It’s time,” I say to Jack, my voice quivering. I pray that he can’t tell how frightened I am; not for myself, but for him. I must be his strong. “I don’t want to,” he pleads with me. I can tell that he doesn’t want to go into rug, his eyes beg me to change my mind. I don’t respond to him, but instead bring my face as close as I can to his. I breathe in his familiar scent and drink in every detail I can of his face. I’ve seen nothing other than his small features for years, but new details emerge before me. All that runs through my head now is a strong impulse to grab him and never let go. What if I let him go and I never get to see him grow up into the man I know he will become. What if this is the last time that I will see him? NO, I tell
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From that point I sit curled in a ball waiting to hear the footsteps and the electronic click of the lock that I know signals Nick’s impending arrival. “Is he coming, or no?” comes through the rug muffled and breaks me out of the trance like state that I had fallen in to while waiting. What seems like hours later is probably just mere minutes. “Yes,” is all I respond. But my mind begins to whir again. I count on this plan to work because I assume that Nick has a shred of humanity left in him and will care for a sick child. What if I am …show more content…
What if he doesn’t believe me? “Ah no.” I hear his breath all long. “That’s just terrible. You poor girl, you— guess it must have been something serious after all.” “You killed him, you killed him, you killed him,” I hear myself howling, no longer acting. I feel every bit of rage for his man swell up inside of me and I want to hit him as hard as I can with whatever strength I have left. I restrain myself, however, I need him to still respect me and my wishes. He starts to move toward Jack and the rug as if to unravel it and look for himself. “don’t you dare touch him,” I growl in a low voice.
“Ok, Ok.” Then Old Nick says, “You can’t keep him here. I know it’s a terrible thing but I have to take him away now.”
“My baby,” I whimper. “You bury him in the backyard and I will hear him crying. I will know and I can’t take that. You have to drive him a long way away, all right?” I feel my voice trailing off in a whisper.
“All
From that point I sit curled in a ball waiting to hear the footsteps and the electronic click of the lock that I know signals Nick’s impending arrival. “Is he coming, or no?” comes through the rug muffled and breaks me out of the trance like state that I had fallen in to while waiting. What seems like hours later is probably just mere minutes. “Yes,” is all I respond. But my mind begins to whir again. I count on this plan to work because I assume that Nick has a shred of humanity left in him and will care for a sick child. What if I am …show more content…
What if he doesn’t believe me? “Ah no.” I hear his breath all long. “That’s just terrible. You poor girl, you— guess it must have been something serious after all.” “You killed him, you killed him, you killed him,” I hear myself howling, no longer acting. I feel every bit of rage for his man swell up inside of me and I want to hit him as hard as I can with whatever strength I have left. I restrain myself, however, I need him to still respect me and my wishes. He starts to move toward Jack and the rug as if to unravel it and look for himself. “don’t you dare touch him,” I growl in a low voice.
“Ok, Ok.” Then Old Nick says, “You can’t keep him here. I know it’s a terrible thing but I have to take him away now.”
“My baby,” I whimper. “You bury him in the backyard and I will hear him crying. I will know and I can’t take that. You have to drive him a long way away, all right?” I feel my voice trailing off in a whisper.
“All