feed
soon before we board the plane. I just keep procrastinating. I’ll let Jack know
we can go out tonight and I will make sure to feed again before we leave.
6. FOR WHAT IT IS WORTH
A
FEW DAYS BEFORE OUR
DEPARTURE, I sat deep in thought on the veranda, when Jack appeared breaking
into my thoughts. He looked at me, more out of concern. I turn to look at him
and for the first time I realize how young he looks. Yet his hazel eyes give
away his age. I had wondered how old he was. From his library collection, I
could tell he was far older than his appearance and far wiser. Jack was able to
get me a passport, birth certificate, driver’s license and social security
card. All for the life of me were forgeries. Not just one set either. There
were several with different identities. I was to pose as his daughter on some
and his fiancé on others. It just depended as to where we planned to go, or if
we had to get out of Dodge fast.
Jack’s generosity towards
me had stunned me. He gave me my own bank accounts and credit cards. I had
never had so much money in my past life and now I was unsure what to do with
it. At first, I tried to give it back, but he claimed the paperwork was already
settled. He asked that I consider it sort of like compensation and the money
was mine whether I chose to stay with him or not. I wanted to cry from his
kindness, but out of vanity I did not want to ruin another outfit. It was a
large fortune he had given me. I was unsure as to how to thank him. I wrapped
my arms around his middle and hugged him. I may have sent him into shock since
he was not exactly sure what a hug was by his confusion. I pulled back and
smiled at him.
“Jack, do you remember my
first meal with you?” I asked breaking the awkward silence.
“Yes. Why do you ask,” he
looks at me questioningly?
“Well his thoughts have
been plaguing me,” I answered.
“His thoughts what do you
mean,” he asked.
“I have been wondering
about them since that day,” I told him.
“What do you mean?” He
asked me again.
“Jack while I fed off of
him I heard his thoughts. Thoughts of his wife and children, and anger towards
me. I hear the thoughts of others around me, including yours. I assumed it was
just my imagination but then I realized when we are alone together, I hear your
thoughts, your unasked questions, your unvoiced opinions, and sometimes I don’t
get anything from you. It’s as though you are thinking of something you don’t
want me know so you block your thoughts. When this happens I do not know if you
are being honest with me,” I blabbed this whole confession to him and looked
away in embarrassment.
“Salome, I have been
honest with you since the beginning. Why do you ask?”
I can hear the maid in
the kitchen preparing a meal she knows we will not eat and wonders why we
bother wasting food. But you, at this moment are wondering “What the hell is
wrong with me.”
“Theoretically, you hear
me because I am your father, your creator. I will also know when you are in
trouble, when you are mad, angry, sad, and happy. You will feel the same for
me. As for hearing everyone else, that I have no explanation. There are others
who are like you and I, but not very many, he tried to explain.” I was not sure
if he was at a loss for an explanation. “Salome, I cannot tell you why that is.
You can hear the thoughts of others around you, while I can feel the emotions
around me. I know there will be a time when you will not want to feel or hear
the things you do. In the beginning I had only thought you could hear the
thoughts of others only now you have confirmed that theory for me,” he explained.
“My bella, ” he
continued, “the only thing I can honestly think of is that we have a gift,
where you can hear the thoughts of others, I can feel the emotions of those
around me. Also I has just learned that I may somehow be able to block you out
of my thoughts. I wonder…” he left off in mid-sentence unsure
soon before we board the plane. I just keep procrastinating. I’ll let Jack know
we can go out tonight and I will make sure to feed again before we leave.
6. FOR WHAT IT IS WORTH
A
FEW DAYS BEFORE OUR
DEPARTURE, I sat deep in thought on the veranda, when Jack appeared breaking
into my thoughts. He looked at me, more out of concern. I turn to look at him
and for the first time I realize how young he looks. Yet his hazel eyes give
away his age. I had wondered how old he was. From his library collection, I
could tell he was far older than his appearance and far wiser. Jack was able to
get me a passport, birth certificate, driver’s license and social security
card. All for the life of me were forgeries. Not just one set either. There
were several with different identities. I was to pose as his daughter on some
and his fiancé on others. It just depended as to where we planned to go, or if
we had to get out of Dodge fast.
Jack’s generosity towards
me had stunned me. He gave me my own bank accounts and credit cards. I had
never had so much money in my past life and now I was unsure what to do with
it. At first, I tried to give it back, but he claimed the paperwork was already
settled. He asked that I consider it sort of like compensation and the money
was mine whether I chose to stay with him or not. I wanted to cry from his
kindness, but out of vanity I did not want to ruin another outfit. It was a
large fortune he had given me. I was unsure as to how to thank him. I wrapped
my arms around his middle and hugged him. I may have sent him into shock since
he was not exactly sure what a hug was by his confusion. I pulled back and
smiled at him.
“Jack, do you remember my
first meal with you?” I asked breaking the awkward silence.
“Yes. Why do you ask,” he
looks at me questioningly?
“Well his thoughts have
been plaguing me,” I answered.
“His thoughts what do you
mean,” he asked.
“I have been wondering
about them since that day,” I told him.
“What do you mean?” He
asked me again.
“Jack while I fed off of
him I heard his thoughts. Thoughts of his wife and children, and anger towards
me. I hear the thoughts of others around me, including yours. I assumed it was
just my imagination but then I realized when we are alone together, I hear your
thoughts, your unasked questions, your unvoiced opinions, and sometimes I don’t
get anything from you. It’s as though you are thinking of something you don’t
want me know so you block your thoughts. When this happens I do not know if you
are being honest with me,” I blabbed this whole confession to him and looked
away in embarrassment.
“Salome, I have been
honest with you since the beginning. Why do you ask?”
I can hear the maid in
the kitchen preparing a meal she knows we will not eat and wonders why we
bother wasting food. But you, at this moment are wondering “What the hell is
wrong with me.”
“Theoretically, you hear
me because I am your father, your creator. I will also know when you are in
trouble, when you are mad, angry, sad, and happy. You will feel the same for
me. As for hearing everyone else, that I have no explanation. There are others
who are like you and I, but not very many, he tried to explain.” I was not sure
if he was at a loss for an explanation. “Salome, I cannot tell you why that is.
You can hear the thoughts of others around you, while I can feel the emotions
around me. I know there will be a time when you will not want to feel or hear
the things you do. In the beginning I had only thought you could hear the
thoughts of others only now you have confirmed that theory for me,” he explained.
“My bella, ” he
continued, “the only thing I can honestly think of is that we have a gift,
where you can hear the thoughts of others, I can feel the emotions of those
around me. Also I has just learned that I may somehow be able to block you out
of my thoughts. I wonder…” he left off in mid-sentence unsure
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