Post by Cara-Jean Kitchi on May 26, 2017 0:22:16 GMT -6
our voices carry
careful words we can barely speak out loud
“Sometimes
the hardest part
isn’t letting go,
but rather, learning
to start over.”
- Nicole Sobon
the hardest part
isn’t letting go,
but rather, learning
to start over.”
- Nicole Sobon
The small girl, who looked no older than an eight year old, sighed as she unclipped her seat belt and waited with baited breath for the man behind the steering wheel to get out and open the door for her.
She couldn’t help the flinch as the door was opened and the man offered her his hand. He wasn’t normally so, gallant, but she guessed that he was putting on a façade here so that everyone believed him to be the charming man he portrayed to the world. She accepted the proffered hand as she turned and moved to the edge of the seat before delicately setting one polished black booted foot and then the other on the gravel driveway. She noticed her ward check the side of his precious Jaguar for any stone-chips.
As soon as she was standing out of the car, he tipped her chin up so that she was looking up at him… well she would be if her eyes hadn’t been obediently downcast. “You will do well here, pet.” He said gently as his thumb traced the shape of her jaw. “Now, come.”
She breathed again as he released her chin, resisting the urge to rub away the sore spot where he had pressed his thumb into her jaw. She bowed her head at his command and fell into step behind him. There was nothing about this that was new to her. She had attended many schools during her thirteen years and this would be no different from any of the others.
He led the way into the office and walked straight up to the reception desk, giving the man seated behind it a charming smile. “Good morning.” He greeted his voice as charming as his smile. “I am here to check in my, girl, Cara-Jean… Kitchi.”
It was only the fact that the small girl was studying the floor in front of her feet that hid the muscle the jumped in her jaw at the man’s words. He was smooth; she had to give him that. He had never actually said that she was his daughter, but the fact that the man had implied it was almost more than she could handle. She forced her hands to remain still at her side, as much as she wanted to clench them. Keeping her eyes on the ground in front of her feet she silently begged the person on the other side of the desk to give them the information they needed.
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