Howling in the dark

Chapter 2. Prayer.

Samual had always been religious, having spent a long time {well, basically, his whole childhood} in a Catholic orphanage {until he ran away}, though he chose the wrong path. Sam chose the path of a thief. It was a path that got Nathan killed. "God"- he thought, his lips moved soundlessly. Dana was next to him, fast asleep, head resting on his chest.
"God, help her!"- Sam begged, wrapping his hand around her waist. "Let her be strong!" - he prayed and prayed silently. "Let her live a long, Rafe-less life."- Sam pressed his lips to her forehead gently. "Sometimes all it takes is one prayer... to change everything..."- that's what Father Duffy told him. And Samual prayed. For the first time in... fifteen years, for the first time after Nathan's death. Sam felt tears in his eyes. "Lord, guide me"- he begged silently. "I repent, I do! Please, give me guidance" Instantly, he felt an urge to leave! Samual opened his eyes, looked at the starless sky and then at his watch. Dana jolted, eyes wide, heart racing in her chest. Samual sat up, and clutched her to himself.
- Shhhh, shhh, shhhh!- he whispered, soothingly.
- You're dead!- she sobbed.- I killed myself, and...
- Shh, this is just a dream, just a dream, I'm here, I am right here! I gotcha, sis! I gotcha! Shall I get you some water? Please, don't cry, girl... It's okay.
- Don't leave me...- Dana whispered. Sam sighed.
- Look, let's do it this way? You sleep. By the time you wake up... I will be right next to you!- Samual said as he checked the time, again. It was, indeed, three in the morning and he really had to be back in his office till the crack of dawn.- Jesus, Dana, I shouldn't have... I didn't mean what I said. Like...
I only meant that I treasure you. I don't know w...
- Ok.- Dana said, so quietly, that Sam had to hold his breath to hear it.- Could I have some... water?
- Yeah.- Samual slowly got up.- I'll be right back.- he went to the kitchen, took a glass and hesitated.
"She was about to commit suicide! Who said that she wouldn't do it again?"- Sam thought bitterly and the image of her breathless body made his lip  quiver.- Can't risk it.- he said, took a sleeping pill, hesitated again. "It'd make her vulnerable!"- Sam thought. "She's on the ninth floor, for fuck's sake! Just lock the front door"- he frowned, listening to the inner voice. Ninth floor. Sure. He crushed the pill into the glass, closed all the windows, just in case, poured some water, and came back to her.- You okay?- Samual asked as he sat on the edge of the bed.- Come on, drink. All of it, alright? Drink.

Sam left with a heavy heart. "I shouldn't have left her alone!"- Samual thought, slamming the door; somehow he'd managed to get to his office just in time. "I shouldn't have left her..." He drew a deep shuddering breath, tried hard to concentrate on a bunch of papers. Work, work. He had to work, he only had two hours to sort out, sign and stamp all those documents. "God. Help me!"- Sam thought. It had been a while since he asked God's help, the last time {excluding today} being after Nate died, 15 years ago. Suddenly, a loud knock on the door.
- We're not opened yet!- Samual yelled. A knock.- We're closed!- he said. The knock never stopped.- Ok, ok... I'm coming!- Sam rolled his eyes.- Bitch.

He opened the door and stared at a man standing with his back to him, examining a map on a desk.
- Hello there? May I help you?- Sam asked at last.
- Yeah, I... I'm just... I am looking for my brother!