“No clue,” I muttered, rubbing my head, trying to get to my feet. “Do you have any aspirin?”
“Stay there. I will get you some.” The young woman hurried off to the bathroom down the hall. I could hear her moving about, then when I opened my eyes, she was before me again handing me a small bottle of aspirin.
God, she was beautiful.
I couldn’t help myself as I stared at her.
I’d never seen anyone like her before. There was something innocent about her, soft, almost as if she were real, but not really. She was an enigma. I couldn’t explain it, but the way she looked at me, smiled at me, made me feel as if I knew her somehow. Yet, I never met her. There was just something about her that I desperately felt I needed to know.
“Who is that?”
Looking beyond her, I saw a young boy, no older than my Becca. He had jet black hair, a pale complexion, and piercing green eyes. The young woman went over to him and knelt before him. “Jordan, I need you to go back to bed. My Uncle is on his way over.”
“I don’t want to.”
“I know, but I need you to listen to me.”
“Will he protect you this time,” the young boy said, pointing in my direction.
“That man is injured. I will protect him.”
I wanted to laugh at that. She couldn’t protect a gust of wind. How in the hell would she defend me. Taking the aspirin she gave me, I downed half the bottle and sighed. “Don’t worry, little man. No one will bother her tonight.”
“The Lord is faithful, and he will strengthen you and protect you from the evil one.
Smarting, I looked at the little kid and instantly replied, “Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the LORD your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you.”
The little boy smiled. “I like him.”
The young woman grinned. “I do too. Now, go. Get back to bed, for all will be well.”
The young boy gave her a hug, then did as he was instructed. Turning to me, the woman smiled. “You are well versed in the good book. What community do you dwell in?”
“Community?” I asked as a tinge of fear slithered down my spine. There was something about how she said ‘community’ that bothered me.
“What did he mean, the evil one?”
“My Uncle.”
“Has he hurt you or the boy?”
“No,” she shook her head. “Not yet.”
“What do you mean, not yet?”
“We are Disciples of the Word.”
That made me forget about everything instantly. Getting to my feet, I walked over to her, grabbed her by her shoulders and asked, “What the fuck did you just say?”
“I am part of the community, Disciples of the Word.”
“That’s not a fucking community. It’s a fucking cult!”
“I know. Well, I do now.”
“How the fuck did I get here?” I asked, looking around for the most straightforward and most accessible way out of here. This was one place I did not want to be in. I had no clue how I got here, but if I didn’t leave now, I was genuinely going to be fucked, and not in the good way.
“I don’t know that. Like I said before, I was sleeping when I heard the crash. I went outside and found you on the ground. I brought you her. The rest you know.”