Parker

"Parker get into position." Nate called.

I turned the corner to see an almost unbearable scene.

"Stupid,stupid son of a bitch! Do you know how to do anything right? What is so hard about tying your shoe." A man yelled to a small boy

"Daddy I..."

I watched as the little boy stumbled to get his shoe tied. He was young ,really young maybe no more than four. my body trembled under the sight. It was as if my past was unfolding right in front of me. My gut told me to say something, to do something. So I started my path toward him, acting as if I was rummaging through my purse like Sophie taught me. I slightly bumped into the little boy making him budge from his position.

"Oops, little man I'm sorry." I looked down at his shoe lace once again. "Can I help you with that?"

He nodded his head.

"OK I am going to teach you an easy way to tie your shoe. Ready?"

His red ,almost tear filled eyes look up a me telling me yes.

"OK first make two bunny ears. Then cross them, after that just tuck one ear under and, your done. Now you try."

I untied his shoe and I watched once again as he stumbled to get his shoe tied. I crouched down behind him, holding his trembling body. He started to cry softly at my touch.

"Shh it's OK just let me hold your hand."

He hesitated but took my hand. I griped his hands softly and formed the little bunny ears with the lace, then I crossed them. Finally I slowly tucked one bunny ear under.

"You did it." I whispered in his ear.

"I did it?" he asked

"Yes, your a big boy, see, you did it."

I stood up once again taking a chance to finally look at the two's complexion. The boy was light skinned with ruffled curls atop of his head. He looked like he had a little bit of Hispanic in him, which made his curls soft and silk. His eyes are of hazel but are filled with pain. His posture is slouched,which I am almost sure is the result of being beaten again, and again.His father's yelling almost proved my theory. The man was about six feet tall, potato brown and needed a shave. His breath smelled slightly of alcohol and his eyes reflected how much sleep he gets. He kinda reminded me of Nate when we first met him. The sight of him made shivers run down my back but, it was his glare that absolutely frightens me. They are filled with lust and anger and they stalked me like prey.

Now I regretted dressing up for the con. Earlier Sophie prettied me up saying you need your appearance, to help you play the part. When she was done I ended up wearing a white dress decorated with falling leaves and a orange belt around the middle. I also had killer high heels that I had to practice in all morning so I would be able to walk in. Last of a all my hair was loose and curled which was something I dreaded. I was born to be light and quick , not layered and slow. Most of all I was appealing to the eye, which meant I was prey, and that was not acceptable I was always the predator. Now I was just waiting for Nate to call me into action, but who said I couldn't take a little detour on the way.

I tilted my head smiling and took a step towards the man.

"OH I am so sorry, I just thought I 'd help."

"That is OK..."

"Elizabeth"

"Elizabeth, my name is Sam."

"Nice to meet you Sam. Who is this little man here?" I said gesturing towards the boy.

"His name is Rimel."

I crouched down again to meet Rimel's eye level while holding out my hand.

"I like that name it is really cute."

"T-thank you."Rimel stumbled.

"So, what are you here for?"

"Just some business."

"Well would you like to go out for coffee sometime."

I felt like saying 'hell no you ass hole, but I let myself respond politely, for the sake of the boy.

"Sure."

"Are you busy now? I wouldn't mind going now if you wanted to"

"Parker we are ready for you now." Nate called

"Actually no, so I would love to go."

Years of lying finally paid off.

"Parker we are waiting"

"I'm ready"

I was not going to let anything happen to Rimel. HE doesn't deserve to suffer like I have, and I might as well be the devil's daughter to let him be hurt, any longer than he has to. When I mean has to I mean till I can find a way to save him. So sorry Nate.

"Parker, PARKER, PARKER!" Nate called until I finally shut the com off.