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It pained him to do so, but he dragged his son from his bed, into the middle of the road. The rain was pouring atop them both and he saw his only heir crying and pleading for an explanation. "Things are not that simple," Abraham said. "The Lord has told me to do this." His son Isaac continued to cry up until the point the axe fell upon his neck.
He came without warning. A simple knock on the door that jarred the glass of lemonade from her hands. When she opened the door, he was standing there unimpressive. His clothes were tattered and his hair was a mess but the message he brought was heart breaking. She fell to the floor, landing on her knees, and knew he was more than just a visitor.
She said she didn't hear a sound. Not when I was there at least. I told her I walked out quietly and felt bad about not being able to lock the door behind me. She said it was fine. That no one robbed places in her part of town any way. I ended up snagging three TV guides and a necklace.
You have to choose between us, she said, pointing at herself and then to the girl lying on the sidewalk.
I couldn't choose. They both had their pros. She had a smile that could make you forget you can only afford Ramen. The one on the street reminded you every day that Ramen was the only thing you could keep down. I guess I started thinking out loud because the one still standing said,
Fine! You want her? She's yours. Then she jumped into traffic. No one hit her, but her gesture was still appreciated.
Before you try to figure out why, or try to guess how this ends, know none of it was my fault. It wasn't my fault that her things were lying all over the street. The guys that I hit, that wasn't my fault either. They attacked me first. She said some pretty mean things. Yelled them really. And then she began to cry. The whole time all of this was happening, I couldn't help but to wonder what kind of lip gloss it was that she was frantically trying to find.
"It's not about who is inflicting the pain and who is receiving it," he tried to explain. He put the whip down on the floor next to the man's hands and said, "It's about trust. Respect. Exploration!" He said exploration as if it was the most magical word ever spoken. The man who was tied up and looking at the whip asked, "And I'm guaranteed the promotion?"
It escaped from her mouth before she realized what she was even saying. Now she was bound to never hurting him. "Shit," she mumbled.
She placed her rings on the bedside table. He kissed her back, between her shoulder blades. She ran through her "rules" one more time and he promised he'd obey them. It took him five minutes to slip up. She's used to guys not keeping their word.
"Do you think this is some kind of game?"
"Would it make it easier for you if I said yes?"
"You're impossible to deal with."
"Yes."
He wasn't afraid of dying. He had done it before. It lasts for what feels like a second and then you're back. Someone else, somewhere else, in a different time, memory erased. You're not the same, but you're aware of having been here to some degree. God's methods made no sense to him.
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