If Only...

Chapter 16- God be with Her

Well today was interesting. Taylor and I have been hanging out and I have been trying to trust him with things that I normally keep to myself. I am having a hard time with it, but I know that he's not going to up and leave because I accidentally offend him or something. I think he's really going to be around for the long hall.

I am on my way to our favorite coffee shop for our weekly after work coffee. I have come to enjoy this time with him because it is fun and relaxing.

"Hello beautiful" A deep voice from behind me says. Immediently my blood runs cold with fear. I remember that voice in my nightmares and he haunts me.I choose to ignore the voice and pretend that he wasn't talking to me.

"Ah, pretending that I'm not talking to you, huh? That's mature. I thought you were a big girl and that you could handle yourself. At least that is what you always told me. Catherine, I'm disappointed in you! You know better than to ignore me. You know what happens when you ignnore me." The sinester voice whispered in my ear. I shivered, but didn't respond, hoping and praying that he would go away. He messed up my life enough, the very least he could do was to leave me alone. Was that so much to ask?

"Well then, I guess I am going to have to show you that I mean buisness. Thank you for keeping your little mouth shut to the police. I always knew you were one to keep your lips locked, even though you can't seem to keep those legs of yours closed. And, just so you know, I know about your little therapist friend. If you truely care about him like I think that you do, you would do well to steer clear of him. That is if you don't want him hurt. Oh, look there he is now. It would be a shame for him to be hurt now wouldn't it?" He said backing away and pretending not to have talked to me. I know that Taylor saw him from the concern in his eyes. He doesn't know who he is, but from the look on his face my fear is not masked as well as I wish it would have been.

"Hey Cathy, are your all right? Who were you talking to? You look a little shaken." He says, moving to cover my hand with his own, but I moved my hand away before he could do so.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go. Please don't try to make me stay because for the safety of both of us I can not. I know you don't understand, but please trust me on this. I know that this is for the better." I said, trying to contain my tears, he looks like I just told him his favorite pet died, but he didn't make a move to stop me in my reteat from the coffee shop. Part of me this thankful, but another part of me wishes that he would have.

Taylor~

I wish I knew who that was she was talking to. I know he couldn't have been a good person from the way she rusged off. Part of me is hurt knowing that she doesn't trust me with the information that she was confronted with, but I know that this is not the place or the time for her to tell me those details. I want to run after her, but I let her walk away and pray for her safety and for a way out of this mess. A sense of foreboding comes over me, and I know that I need to pray harder. I know this is going to be a rough stretch of time for Cathy and me. Things were probably going to get a lot worse before they even thought about getting better.

"God be with her." I whispered as many times as I could think of, knowing that this was going to become my sole prayer over the next stretch of time.

I racked my brain with something, anything that I could do for her, but it was of no use. The only thing I could think of was,

God be with her

God be with her

God be with her.