Damn Me
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Adult +
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5
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Chapter 3
Cassie squeezed her eyes tight trying to stop the tears that threatened to
escape. She dropped her head and let her hair fall forward to cover her eyes, Eli thought it was a well practiced technique and wordlessly passed her a box of aloe infused Kleenex, as the tears began to roll down her cheeks. Cassie sniffed and plucked a couple of tissues out of the cheery tissue box that must have been leftover from Christmas, a snow flocked tree and wrapped presents with shining ribbons adorned the box of tissues. Eli waited until Cassie had wiped her face free of spilled tears and spoke to her in a gentle tone. “Cassie, I understand what you are feeling,” he started and paused when Cassie chuckled softly. “You don’t know how I feel, you have no idea,” she said, her voice increasing in tone, her words stopped short when Eli parted his hair on the side of his head and revealed a thick lump of scar tissue. “When I was seventeen, I put a gun to the side of my head and pulled the trigger,” Eli started and Cassie felt her eyes widen as Eli continued speaking, her eyes were glued to the patch of thickened flesh and she had a fleeting desire to run her fingertip across its rough surface. “The surgeon said it is a miracle that I survived,” Eli said and then asked her, “do you know why I survived?” Cassie shook her head mutely and didn’t have to wait long for Eli’s answer. “He saved me,” Eli said pointing to the baby blue stitched letters hanging in the simple frame. “He saved me, so that I could help others who are feeling like they have no one, nothing or nowhere to go,” Eli said and added in a soothing tone. “Cassie, I want to help you, I want to help you thrive through His word, I can save you, but only if you allow me to,” Eli said and waited for Cassie to speak. “Why did you do it?,” Cassie asked tentatively. Eli leaned back in his chair, “well Cassie, I had nothing, I was ridiculed mercilessly at school by my peers and beaten on a regular basis at home by my alcoholic father. My mother had run out when I was a small child. One night after my father had broken a few ribs and knocked out one of my teeth in a drunken rage, I knew that one day he would kill me. I decided that the only thing I could control anymore was when I died, I tried to take my own life before my father did. I stole a gun from a friend’s dad and the next time my father left for work, I put the gun to my head and pulled the trigger,” Eli finished. Cassie started to issue a barrage of questions about who found him, what happened with his dad and how he came to believe, but Eli held up a hand to silence her, after he glanced over at the clock. Eli pulled a plain spiral notebook out of one of his desk drawers and passed it across the desk to her. She thumbed through the lined pages and looked briefly at Eli before averting her eyes again to another random spot in the room. “Cassie, starting tomorrow, I want you to record a daily journal entry,” Eli started and Cassie started to protest at the task and then asked what she would even write about. A small smile played at the corners of Eli’s lips as he explained to Cassie that she could write about anything, there were absolutely no taboo topics and no one would ever see the notebook except him. Eli even added that she didn’t have to put her name anywhere on the notebook or anything else identifiable. Cassie looked down at the simple notebook, “I can write about anything?,” she asked with a peculiar tone. “Anything,” Eli said emphatically and offered her examples, “you can write about your dreams and goals, or where you see yourself in ten years,” he said. “What if I write about what I had for dinner or what I watched on television?,” Cassie asked in a healthy, sarcastic tone. Eli covered his smile with his hand and feigned a small yawn, “you can certainly describe your meals to me in depth, however keep in mind, I can influence how often you see or don’t see Dr. Winslow,” Eli said casually. When the bell rang, Cassie stuffed the notebook in her bag and Eli told her that his door was always open and he would see her first thing tomorrow morning. Eli watched her go, with her slumped shoulders and downward gaze. The rest of Cassie’s day was relatively uneventful, she sat through the rest of the day’s classes in a constant state of preoccupation with the empty notebook in her bag. During her last period, when Sister Marie turned her back to the class to draw a diagram on the sprawling chalkboard, she pulled the notebook from her bag and opened it to the first page. Cassie’s pen hovered over the first blank line and when the final bell rang, signaling the close of the school day, the first line was still blank. However, when she awoke the following morning at 2am, her skin covered in a sheen of sweat and her pulse pounding in her neck, she fumbled for her light and started writing furiously in the notebook. By the time, she slipped back to sleep, the entirety of three pages had been filled from margin to margin with the dream that scared her to the bone but at the same time, had her waking up with a hand pressed against the smooth front of her satin panties, her thighs trembling with an unfilled need.