Puppy Dog Eyes

Favors to Do

"What is it darling?" he said.

"I want to make a deal," I state, beating eardrums and a running rhythym of the main muscle, my heart.

He narrowed his eyes, "What kind of deal?"

I swallowed, "Trading."

He sat up and shut his book, leaving a red bookmark inside. "Go on." His glasses beginning to fall of his face, but he pushed them up his button nose.

Straight face, Harry. Straight face.

I couldn't stand myself any longer coming to the decision I made. I'd do anything for my family even if it meant to give myself up.

I was terrified.

With a neutral voice, I said, "I'll do any favors you have of me. Them, being... sexual."

I was beginning to shatter inside. What was wrong with me? Where is Harry?

I hated myself.

But I couldn't let him witness my depressing fatigue, and disgusting feelings I had of myself.

His facial expression seem expressionless, which was why I began to stimulate an emotion of confusion and lack of patience.

"What do you want in return?" He asked as it was the asset thing to say. Which maybe on his end, probably was.

"To let my family know I'm alive."

He appeared to have had a moment of quizzical awareness, and somehow, alerted.

We stared both at each other. This battle; blue vs. green.

Finally, he stated, "alright."

Adrenaline coursed trough me, but it didn't last long. He stood up from the bed, and leaned to whisper in my ear, his now dark eyes leaving me to stare at the wall, "if you break or danger our deal in any way, shape, or form, I'll kill you."

I nodded, numbness flooded.

He began to leave, but turned around to look straight into my eyes.

"Remember, I can always find a new home."