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Author: Athena Dore
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but we work through it. He’s the most wonderful man I’ve ever known”.
It was nice talking like this, with someone who understood your situation, someone you could be honest with about the things that scared you or intrigued you about being in a relationship where your partner wasn’t human.
Guilt stabbed her heart.
“You know, I’ve really enjoyed this chat” said Maria as they made their way back along the road, “I’ve never spoken about this stuff with another person before”.
“Well, have you heard of the Order of Jessick?” asked Rochelle, the words seeming to catch n her throat, “They have a reach out programme for girls like us. They even have facilities for you to give birth. A normal hospital wouldn’t even have to find out about your baby being half human”.
Maria seemed interested. Rochelle hated herself.
* * *
Shawna was back from university. This meant so was Rochelle’s car. It was wonderful to have some freedom again – to be able to drop everything and go somewhere without having to schedule in bus and train departures and arrivals or taxis.
Rochelle lay in bed, thinking. It was 2.48 in the morning. Today was the day she’d hand Maria over to the Order of Jessick. She felt awful but she had to keep thinking of Xavier. If she did that, she’d be able to do anything.
Rochelle knocked on the door.
Maria opened it. She looked happy to see her. Rochelle’s heart was beating wildly as she took Maria to her car.
They drove to the Order’s headquarters. Maria listened to music and chatted enthusiastically. Rochelle tried to match her energy level but she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was leading a lamb to the slaughterhouse.
“Maria?”
“Yes?”
The traffic lights flickered from amber to green.
“Whatever you do, don’t trust the Order”.
Rochelle turned left instead of going straight and turned left twice more to get her back on the road they had come. Maria clung to the door handle.
“What on earth, Rochelle!” she exclaimed.
Rochelle drove frantically, adrenaline fuelling her flight.
“Slow down!”
Rochelle looked down at her speed. She was doing over 40 in a 30mph zone. She slowed down to the correct speed.
“Sorry” she said.
“What’s this about not trusting the Order?” asked Maria.
Rochelle’s driving had finally slowed down to the point where she could think about something other than imminent death.
“The Order isn’t what it pretends to be”, said Rochelle, “My boyfriend is dying because of them”.
“What do you mean?”
Rochelle told her what happened in Italy.
Maria seemed shocked.
“They know about you, which means your life – and your baby’s life – could be in danger”.
They pulled onto Rochelle’s road.
“You need to lie low”, she said, “Stay at my house for now”.
Rochelle parked outside her house. She crossed her arms over the steering wheel and buried her face in her arms.
“Rochelle, are you okay?” asked Maria.
“No”, came Rochelle’s muffled reply, “I’m a horrible, horrible person”.
She sat up and looked at Maria.
“You know my boyfriend’s dying?”
“Yes”.
“Well the Order promised they would save him if I turned you over to them. But I can’t do it. I can’t be that person. I just can’t. I’m so sorry, Maria”.
Rochelle crumpled over the steering wheel once more and burst out crying. All the stress she’d been under with Xavier’s illness, the deceit and her intended betrayal of Maria… everything bubbled up to the surface and she couldn’t stop her tears.
She felt a comforting hand rubbing her back. She didn’t deserve Maria’s compassion.
“You know”, said Maria, “My mum always used to say that if we judged and convicted people on their
It was nice talking like this, with someone who understood your situation, someone you could be honest with about the things that scared you or intrigued you about being in a relationship where your partner wasn’t human.
Guilt stabbed her heart.
“You know, I’ve really enjoyed this chat” said Maria as they made their way back along the road, “I’ve never spoken about this stuff with another person before”.
“Well, have you heard of the Order of Jessick?” asked Rochelle, the words seeming to catch n her throat, “They have a reach out programme for girls like us. They even have facilities for you to give birth. A normal hospital wouldn’t even have to find out about your baby being half human”.
Maria seemed interested. Rochelle hated herself.
* * *
Shawna was back from university. This meant so was Rochelle’s car. It was wonderful to have some freedom again – to be able to drop everything and go somewhere without having to schedule in bus and train departures and arrivals or taxis.
Rochelle lay in bed, thinking. It was 2.48 in the morning. Today was the day she’d hand Maria over to the Order of Jessick. She felt awful but she had to keep thinking of Xavier. If she did that, she’d be able to do anything.
Rochelle knocked on the door.
Maria opened it. She looked happy to see her. Rochelle’s heart was beating wildly as she took Maria to her car.
They drove to the Order’s headquarters. Maria listened to music and chatted enthusiastically. Rochelle tried to match her energy level but she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was leading a lamb to the slaughterhouse.
“Maria?”
“Yes?”
The traffic lights flickered from amber to green.
“Whatever you do, don’t trust the Order”.
Rochelle turned left instead of going straight and turned left twice more to get her back on the road they had come. Maria clung to the door handle.
“What on earth, Rochelle!” she exclaimed.
Rochelle drove frantically, adrenaline fuelling her flight.
“Slow down!”
Rochelle looked down at her speed. She was doing over 40 in a 30mph zone. She slowed down to the correct speed.
“Sorry” she said.
“What’s this about not trusting the Order?” asked Maria.
Rochelle’s driving had finally slowed down to the point where she could think about something other than imminent death.
“The Order isn’t what it pretends to be”, said Rochelle, “My boyfriend is dying because of them”.
“What do you mean?”
Rochelle told her what happened in Italy.
Maria seemed shocked.
“They know about you, which means your life – and your baby’s life – could be in danger”.
They pulled onto Rochelle’s road.
“You need to lie low”, she said, “Stay at my house for now”.
Rochelle parked outside her house. She crossed her arms over the steering wheel and buried her face in her arms.
“Rochelle, are you okay?” asked Maria.
“No”, came Rochelle’s muffled reply, “I’m a horrible, horrible person”.
She sat up and looked at Maria.
“You know my boyfriend’s dying?”
“Yes”.
“Well the Order promised they would save him if I turned you over to them. But I can’t do it. I can’t be that person. I just can’t. I’m so sorry, Maria”.
Rochelle crumpled over the steering wheel once more and burst out crying. All the stress she’d been under with Xavier’s illness, the deceit and her intended betrayal of Maria… everything bubbled up to the surface and she couldn’t stop her tears.
She felt a comforting hand rubbing her back. She didn’t deserve Maria’s compassion.
“You know”, said Maria, “My mum always used to say that if we judged and convicted people on their
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