Storm and her daughter, Star, immediately crashed when we got to my home. They were beyond jet-lagged.
They've been sleeping for a few hours, so any time now they should wake up- even tho it's 7 in the morning. They've been sleep for 10 hours.
I couldn't sleep.
The thought of what she and her little girl may have indulged haunts me, and it takes a lot for something to be heavy on my mind. My best but worst guess is he was abusive, if that's the case then I believe I know how to help her.
I've had many women from my brother's church come to me because of a disgrace of a man. They shouldn't even be called men. They're monsters. Killing them is the easy part, the hard part is making sure the women know they're in a safe place and good men have their back. Storm feels different though, usually, the women I deal with hesitate to go back because that's all they know.
I know it's only been a few hours but it's written on her face she doesn't want to fall back into that hell.
Being good at reading people is my talent, while settling her into the home it seems like she trusts me. There's always a part of someone that goes against that tho, but she's allowing me to be the person who hears her.
Her easy communication with me tells me she's been ready to leave where she came from.
There's a knock on my room door, assuming it's Storm I say, "Come in," quickly getting up from my bed I see it is in fact Storm.
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She walks in and I walk over to the center of my bedroom, where the door and my lounge space are, I pick a random shirt from the floor putting it on, "so much for being clean," she giggles.
Leaning against the back of my couch I respond, "Good morning to you too."
"Good morning, Mr. Christ,"
"You can call me Seth," I tell immediately.
"I know, I just forgot your first name... Seth," she releasing a sigh after she says my name and continues, "I knocked on like a million doors to figure out which was your room, uh... but I need help finding the kitchen."
She looks like she just got out of the shower, the room I gave her and Star has the best shower. The pressure and the heat is everything, so I know it felt good. Her hair is up in a puff looking slightly damped, it reminds me of my grandmothers hair because of how defined her curls are, she's wearing an all white pajama set with VS in cursive writing all over it, and when I picked her up she was wearing silver Jewelry so seeing her switch it to gold makes her skin glow more than it already is.
