My life is my own (Chapter 4)
by: Amee Eliza
Silence enveloped the room for a moment (ten seconds to be exact).
Her hair combed back and her teeth hitting her bottom lip gently, Casey Doug reached her hand out.
"Did she want him to take it?" Tom wondered.
"I can't believe it's you." Tom finally said a little unsure.
He shifted his bitterly cold bare feet across the snow white floor.
"What happened to your shoes professor?" Casey Doug asked absent mindedly.
When she called him "professor" it gave him a strange feeling in his throat, he swallowed.
"Farris you may leave." Casey asked in a hushed tone like she was telling a secret Tom was not privy to hear.
"What in earth did you do this for? The whole secret services are going to be looking for me!" Tom hollered.
"Tom, really, do you think I have no plan? No objects in kidnaping you? Maybe you think I have feelings for you still, well-" Tom interrupted her.
"I never claimed that Casey." He said. His eyes were weary.
Her eyes were brimmed with tears.
"Tom, I know we parted bitterly. Please don't make this harder for me... than it already is." Casey dissuaded.
She could tell Tom was not enjoying this moment. It was horrible for the both of the two. Neither wanted to go back ten years ago.
Casey had an object, Tom had to bear the pressure of the pain.
Tom felt something then rejected it, for it was dark and mournful.
"Just tell me." Tom pleaded.
"You need to get I and my men pass security, so my men can help enforce the law of this great country. This president has really screwed up."
"You'll be caught no doubt about it and what makes you think for a moment I will help you?" Tom defended.
"From what I hear you take the constitution as a list of suggestion, and if that's true you may as well know that we have a right to take power when there are corrupt powers, such as there is. We need to change some members of the legislative and stand up for what we deserve. Million are dead Thomas!" Tears flowed down her cheeks.
Tom sensed her distress.
"I won't help you." Tom said flatly.
Casey got up from her chair and walked to him. She touched his face softly: it still to this day made shivers run down his spine.
"You will, and I will tell you why Tom." She wasn't sure if she should and scratched her head.
Tom helped himself to a black arm chair and sat back. He closed his eyes in stress.
"Tom!" She yelled.
"What is it? I get the picture you are going to black mail me." Tom figured.
"No, Tom you and I, we have a son."
All hell broke loose.
"A son? A son?" He repeated the line with big gulps of breath, his heart racing.
"Yes, he is nine." She told him. She reached for his hand.
"How did this happen?" Tom wondered aloud.
"You don't remember?" Casey asked. She tapped her fingers on her desk nervously.
"We were never together." Tom claimed.
"No you're wrong Tom." She told him.
"I am willing to be wrong." He said moodily.
"Look Tom, I remember." She explained.
"You know why?" She let out a sob.
"I have never felt the same way since. Never been with anyone else." Tom turned around. The flame was burning inside.
"Casey, I am sorry." Tom stuttered.
Through sobs she explained the bacteria that had been found in his body.
"You were lucky." She said.
Tom was about to speak but then she walked from her desk and pass the exotic rug and yelled out the door "Robert!"
