Tethered

Chapter Three

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Sarah sat on the couch with her hands clasped together. She was nervous. She couldn't even look at the woman sitting in front of her. The woman wore a red dress that fitted her perfectly; long black heels and short black hair. She was beautiful.

"Sarah", the woman called, staring at Sarah with an admiring gleam. Sarah looked up at her. The woman smiled. "You're a very beautiful young woman. Just like your mother."

Sarah's heart stung a little at the mention of her mother. She quickly faced away from the woman, and flitted anxiously at the photo of a black woman with long curly hair on the wall. The woman in the photo was smiling sweetly, her eyes alive, and lovely.

"How are you feeling?" The woman asked, gaining Sarah's attention once again. Sarah looked back at the woman artlessly. Something was off, she could feel it. It's as if this very encounter had happened before. It felt like a deja-vu or something very similar to that. It made her even more nervous.

"Your father told me you've been having troubles sleeping", the woman said. "Is that true?"

Sarah immediately shook her head, quickly averting her eyes away from the woman. She didn't want to admit that to this woman. Who knew what could come out of it if she as much as, nod? This woman wasn't a psychologist or therapist. At least Sarah thought that since the woman hadn't introduced herself yet.

"But you look that way", the woman continued. "Look at your eyes." Sarah knew her eyes could betray her. It was impossible to hide the sleepless, and sad gleam through them.

"Huh?" Sarah spoke softly, blinking once, then twice in quick succession. Where is dad? She wondered. Her brown eyes browsed the woman, trying to remember the question she'd asked.

"What could've affected you so bad that you don't even seem to be present in your own mind?"

Sarah's eyes widened in alarm. She sat unblinking, trying to process what she'd just been told. Was this woman figuring her out already? She looked somehow shocked by the question. Yes, the guilt that slits in her eyes revealed what was so very impossible to hide. She looked away.

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"Sarah", the woman called a little louder. Sarah glared at her, pulling the brown sleeve of her sweat shirt to cover her fingers. She didn't feel good. There was definitely something wrong about the whole thing—especially the woman.

"I—I don't feel right", Sarah said softly, growing even more nervous. Her cloudy, brown eyes looked out the large window that overlooked the backyard. The sky was covered in thick dark clouds, and leaves of bushes, and trees were moving with the wind. She wanted to sit in the green grass and inhale fresh air. She wanted to get away from this woman.

"Are you in pain?" The woman asked, staring at Sarah, eyes drilling into her soul.

Sarah shook her head.

"Well, do you want to talk about it?" She asked, smiling. "Anything, including your nightmares."

"Who are you?" Sarah enquired.

"Someone to help you, Sarah", she said. "Your father called and told me what happened."

"Where is he?"

"Somewhere in the house", she smiled.

"I want to see him", Sarah said.

The woman let out a sweet small laugh and shifted comfortably in the white couch. Sarah's eyes traced the woman's legs. Nice legs, she thought.