As her eyes fluttered open she welcomed the golden sun that was pouring into the open balcony of her flat. Since she moved out of Imam's house six months ago she had missed the smell of coffee in the morning.
It had been seven years since he left her on this planet of golden sun and chanting priests. She had hated him, for what he had promised her, for what he had done to her, and for what he hadn't done. This man, if you could even call him that, with his shined eyes, his attitude, his instinct to kill, was her savior. Maybe he was even something more. As she had grown up, the more she thought about his chiseled physique, his warm caramel skin and his delicious, full lips, the more she began to wonder if all he was to her was her savior.
Jack slowly rolled out of her queen size bed and stretched by the window in her shorts and tank top. With the weather here on New Mecca she wasn't sure if she would ever get a good night sleep. Last night it had been unbearably warm, but the night before had been the classic desert cold, 40 below.
She had to admit though it was going to be a gorgeous day. She knew that she would have to get in her run before the sun got too high in the sky. Quickly she changed into her tight runner's shorts and her evergreen tank top, she pulled her long curly hair into a tight bun at the nape of her neck and she headed out the door with her Ipod. Putting on "Supermassive Black Hole" by Muse, she began her run at a fast pace, never knowing that today would be the day that would rearrange her life again for good.