The Scarlet Girl

2. Conclusion

Jayme woke up with a start, the nightmare that had plagued her since her brother's death, still had not evaporated.

It had intensified.

She wanted to blame it on the drugs but the truth was anxiety. The feeling she had, the sounds she heard and the things she saw seemed to have grown. Maybe it was the fact she's no longer be pumped full of drugs to keep her under control or only being fed certain foods. She didn't know why but she did know that she was going to defeat this, whatever it took, she was no longer going to allow Ramses to have any hold on her life. She was taking it back.

She got up took her shower and head off to work.

Like she did every day, but today was different she could feel it in her bones.

She hummed along with the songs, on the iPod Elise had given her, it was playing one of her new favorites by Elevation Worship. She loved the energy they had for their Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, Jayme could hear their love for Him in their music.

She walked in the door feeling refreshed and at peace. Elsie greeted her warmly but Jayme could tell she was still worried about the meeting this afternoon and so was she, she just couldn't let it bother her.

As the day wore on, she began to get more nervous, she knew that this was most likely the stupidest ides ever.

But if this guy could help her, really help her, then she couldn't afford to say no. Well she could but at what cost.

Two o'clock rolled around and as the time drew closer for him to arrive she began to panic.

She hadn't had a panic attack in months, the last time Ramses guard dog, Red, beat her within an inch of her life because she messed up with a client.

But you can't control a panic attack, she learned that the hard way.

She glanced at the clock. 2:25. Gosh! She hated waiting.

Jayme looked around and spotted Elsie was behind the counter, she hadn't let her out of her sight since two, there only a few people in the shop. Good for them but also easy to deal with, so not so good. 2:31, she had fourteen minutes before she went on the run.

Ten minutes.

Five minutes.

The panic set in in full force. She didn't want to go on the run, not again, she already was.

She heard the bell above the door ring. The man from yesterday was standing right in front of her. He took one look at her, realized what was going, pulled her to her feet and took her into the bathroom.

She did try to fight him. She couldn't.

She dropped to the floor breathing heavily, he squatted down next to her, and held her hand. "Breath. That's it."

He stood her up and moved her to sitting on the toilet seat and held her head between her legs, still coaching her on breathing. She was glad she just clean in here moments before, though she really didn't care not when she was in the mist of loosing what little content she had in her stomach.

He then walked over to the paper towel dispenser and wetted down a few before placing them on the back of her neck.

She was shaking so bad she didn't even care that he was the first man to touch her since she ran away. After a few moment she calmed down enough to speak.

"Thank you." Jayme said as he helped her stand.

"Are you okay?" He asked in a soft kind voice, with a British accent, that she hadn't noticed yesterday.