The Devil in Me

The Devil in Me Ch. 6

Chapter Six:

Noah:

Another wasted day.

I honestly didn't care anymore; I was done with this.

I wanted out; I can't sit through another one of Baird's speeches.

He said one more day, and I gave him that. No more.

"Noah."

Not right now.

I turned to see Raisa standing only a few feet away.

"Raisa."

"You busy?" she asked, twirling her hair with her index finger.

I never really put much thought into it, but her pale red eyes match her personality. She was not someone I wanted to be around. Every time I felt a moment of weakness, I knew I could bury myself in her and not have to deal with her feeling rejected once I was gone.

"And if I said I was?" I asked her.

She shrugged.

"What do you want, Raisa?" I asked.

She wasn't typically one to beat around the bush.

"I want you to come up to my room with me," she said simply, and I felt disgusted with myself for actually considering it.

"I can't right now," I said.

"Later then?" she asked, running her hand down my arm.

"That all depends," I said, "Are you going to burn me again?"

She laughed, "Come on, don't tell me that little thing bothered you?"

"If you mean annoyed me," I stated, "Yes, it did."

"Poor baby," she said, making a mock sad face "I can kiss it better."

Fuck.

"Raisa," I said.

"Whatever," she rolled her eyes, waving me off.

She walked away, and I was surprised how little fight she put up.

She used to be... a lot worse.

That didn't matter right now, I needed to speak to Baird.

I waited until the last volunteer left the building, and I approached him.

He sat in his usual chair at the end of the table. Two other chairs faced each other on either side of him.

"Noah," he greeted "How was your day?"

"Baird," I said back, "The same as it has been the last two weeks."

"Still nothing?" he asked, examining the computer in front of him.

"Still nothing," I stated.

"That is," he said, "Unfortunate."

"Yes," I said, "It is."

He turned to meet my gaze "So, then you truly want to take a break?"

"A permanent one," I nodded, "Yes."

"I already said," Baird stated, "It is not up to me."

"And if I just stop showing up?" I asked.

"Noah," he said in a warning tone.

I didn't like it when Baird acted like this. We could usually come to him with all kinds of our problems, and most he would document, but few depending on their sensitivity, he would keep to himself.