Her jade green eyes glinted with amusement as they seemed to penetrate his will to flight. "Hello handsome, what seems to be the matter?" she inquired, false concern apparent. Her searching eyes locked his, piercing his soul.
But he couldn't move, not so much as twitch a finger. The last of his tears evaporated and stained his face, from being unable to wipe them.
It was as if he was hypnotized, compelled to reveal the skeletons in his closet. And so, he revealed, he told her everything.
Why he was here, where he came from, who he associated with. Everything. He found it nerve wrecking how easily this woman crumbled his defenses, but he could not stop himself.
Her long pitch-black hair extended to her calves. Her thick spirals flowed like crude oil but had the sheen and appearance of silk satin. Her chin cocked to the side and out, as her long lashes fluttered as she looked down at the teen.
Her sun kiss complexion looked unorthodox for the cold weather of England, where most days were either overcast or raining.
With glasses that accessorized her side part, a mole to the left of her left eye only added to accentuate her beauty. But those eyes, those eyes, he was sure he'd seen them before. "Do I know you?" he managed to say.
"Oh silly boy, you must be mistaken," she rectified, "because I've never met you." Her full pink lips seem to pout, but her eyes thought different. They had a despicable look behind them.
Her perfectly contoured nose complemented her well highlighted cheekbones. She was the second most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Second to Elise of course.
As his eyes travelled below her slim neck, she wore a hugging beige dress, that stressed her curvaceous figure. She pulled her white coat behind her hip, tempting him even more. He gulped.
Her attire ended just below her knee showcasing toned long legs. Her slim feet wore neat white open toe stilettoes.
But the dread shook him when he came up a toe short. From his reaction she instantly hid her left foot behind her right, and blushed, embarrassed.
She cleared her throat, "Well Quinnie," she joked, "I can help you. You see, I'm a doctor and a bit of a mental specialist," she said condescendingly, regardless he was hanging on to every word.
"So, you agree to come by?" his eyebrow arched.
"Yes of course, she needs help."
"At what price?" he questioned suspiciously.
"None, none of course, I want to help her, out of the goodness in me. However, I do need a small condition to be met."
"And that is?"
Pulling a brown envelope from her purse, sliding the contents out of its package.
"A contract, you need to sign this contract."
She held it out for him. A moment passed before he took it, but he faltered.
He stammered on his next words, "I, I can't, I can't read."
She held a sympathetic expression for him, "Here, give me."
"The contract basically states...
I, your name, give full medical responsibility of, patient's name, to the care of doctor, doctor's name, blah, blah, blah. You know, the rest isn't especially important." She twirled the pages in her hands out in the air besides her, with the other hand on her hip.
"My question is, how can you not read? You said your house was full of books and you can't read any?"
He became agitated by this question and turned his back to sit under the evergreen tree.
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Burnt Paiges
Aventura"Happy birthday big sister," planting a short kiss on her cheek. It was the first time in a long time in which Quinn showed Paige affection. But good things don't last forever. ---------------------------------------------------------- It was an or...
