My Savior Forever Read Free Page B

and then the door opens slowly. It’s so dark in here now and
with only one good eye open it’s making it hard to see. Finally a
man approaches the foot of the bed. He has a flashlight and aims it
at me. He moves the light slowly up my body to my face. I close my
good eye and then open it squinting and blinking. He sees that he
is blinding me so he moves it away to the left side of my face a
bit.
    “Please, don’t hurt me anymore. Please
let me go,” I cry with a shaky and hoarse voice. Tears are
streaming down my face now. I don’t know who this is but maybe he
will help me and let me go.
    He speaks to me as if speaking to an
injured animal trying not to spook. “Shhhh, I am not going to hurt
you. I am here to help you. I am going to untie your hands now,
ok?” I nod at him, watching him move to the head of the bed. He
reaches over me untying the ropes. As he pulls at them the pain
radiates down my arms. I wince and close my good eye. He looks down
at me, while he works. “I’m sorry if I am hurting you. I am trying
to be careful but I don’t know how much time we have before they
come back.”
    There are so many questions I want to
ask. How does he know they left? How did he know I am here? If he
knew I was here why in the hell did he wait so long to come in and
get me out?
    Finally he gets my hands free and my
arms drop down on the bed. “Owwww!” I scream.
    “Shhhh, please. We need to be quiet,”
he says softly.
    He goes down to the end of the bed and
frees my right foot, then my left. I try to sit up but the pain in
my ribs rivets through me causing me to stay still.
    He comes over and gently helps me sit
up and moves my legs over the side of the bed.
    I try to look at his face but he has a
Hoodie on and with the hood up it’s covering the side of his face.
He looks around the room and finds a t-shirt on the floor and
starts to hand it to me. “Um, no sorry. One of them used that to
clean himself,” I grimace.
    “Oh, sorry. Let me see if there is
anything in the closet over there.”
    He walks to the closet and slides one
of the doors open. There are just a few men’s shirts in there. He
grabs one and heads back over to me. “Here, I know it’s not great
but it’s all I can find.”
    It’s a men’s plain button down shirt,
worn, with some of the button’s missing. I lift my right arm and
put it in the sleeve but when I try to lift my left arm, I cry out.
“Here, let me help you. We need to hurry,” he says. He takes the
side of the shirt from me and helps me put it on. He buttons up the
shirt and then stands back a bit. “Can you stand?” He asks. As I
try to stand I wince with pain and sit back down.
    “It’s ok, don’t worry. I’ll help you.”
He bends down and puts an arm under my legs. His other arm wraps
around my waist as he lifts me into his arms. “UGH,” I moan. Oh My
God that hurts!
    “Sorry, sorry!” He says looking down
at me.
    I was unable to see him very well
before, but now I get a good look at his face. As I look into his
eyes, I see they are not only dark blue but the most beautiful eyes
I have ever seen. He looks at me with caring and concern showing on
his face. I can feel that he is well built by the muscles in his
arms that are cradling me and by his chest that I lay
against.
    He carries me out of the bedroom. This
is the first time I have seen outside this room. We walk down a
short hall and turn into what appears to be a small living area
with a little kitchen off to the right. No walls separating the two
rooms. Everything is dirty and run down.
    He walks us to the front door, opens
it slowly and looks around. It’s dark outside and only a dim porch
light is on. Squinting I can barely make out a truck to our left,
partially hidden in the trees. He walks us over to the truck and
opens the passenger side, slowly lowering me onto the seat. He
takes the seat belt and reaches over me to fasten it. Once I am
secure he runs around the front of the truck, gets in the