Chapter 10 Don't ever Leave
Words to know
siddur pray book; (Hebrew: סידור; plural siddurim
Tehillim Psams
Torah 5 books of Moeses
Shabbos Shabth
Candal lighting blessing for the sabbath Barukh adonai
Eloheinu Melech haolam asher kidshanu be-mitzvotav ve-tzivanu lehadilk ner shel Shabbos Translation from Hebrew Blessed are you Hashem our G-d, king of the Universe who has sanctified us through his commandments and has commanded us to kindle the Sabbath lights.
"Erik", Erik don't leave ever" Erik who had always been a light sleeper was jolted awake by the soft whisper of his beloved. He turned gazed at her wishing the large pillows she piled up between them every night were gone. If they were he would certainly have a better view of the woman he was sure was meant for him. She called his name of that he was positive.
"Angel it is all right. You will be all right. I will never leave you." He whispered deeply.
He was flooded suddenly with a feeling which since his angel lived with him was becoming strangely familiar, happiness. He couldn't remember a time in his life when he was happy. Mixed with this new welcomed feeling there was worry, not for himself but for her. His beautiful beloved was trapped in a deep sadness. She was always terrified and on edge, always crying when she thought he couldn't see. One day he vowed he would make her happy, one day he could share everything with her, but that day was not today. Erik forced himself look away from the sleeping beauty, get out of bed, and leave the room.
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Christine, otherwise known as Chavia heard the door quietly click shut, and lock, and instantly opened her green eyes. No doubt the masked man was off again. Where he was she didn't know but why did she care? She didn't care she told herself. She said the first morning blessing in Hebrew and suddenly she had a thought. I don't care if I must answer to the name of Christine. I am Chavia. With that thought she got out of bed. She found a cup and a towel. First, she poured water over her right hand, then left, then her left and right again. She repeated this action again so that water was poured over each hand three times. She said the second blessing in Hebrew before drying her hands. "Blessed are you HASHEM our G-d who has sanctified us with his commandments and has commanded us in the washing of the hands." She then grabbed a Siddur, a Jewish Pray book from her luggage. She had tucked it on the bottom alone with the Torah and Tehillim. She recited all of the morning blessings thankful no one was in the room to stop her. She then ran into the bathroom and turned on the tub. She got in quickly and attempted to scrub away the thoughts and memories that had entered her mind the instant she stopped praying. Memories of Erik, memories of a dream she had of Erik right before she opened her eyes. In the dream she had called his name. "It does not make any sense" she said out loud. "He is a Nazi. It's wrong so wrong." she said as the dream came into focus.
She was lying on the bed sobbing into a large red pillow. Erik came into the room. She could hear his gentle yet powerful footsteps as he walked over to the bed. He sat down and touched her shoulder. She jumped and sat up. His fingertips quickly came into view and then she could feel them wiping away the salty tears. She said nothing but more tears began to flow and she was powerless to stop them. Erik then held out his arms and pulled her into his embrace. Her body shook violently as she cried on his shoulder. She could feel her tears drip onto his white shirt and slowly she began to calm. She felt safe in the arms of this man. "Erik, Erik don't leave ever."
"I am going nowhere my beloved." He answered. "I am and will always be right here." The dream ended there Chavia was sure but it didn't matter it was sinful. "Sinful" She whispered getting out of the tub. She needed to remember who this masked man really was. Before she could remember who he was she had to know who he was.
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Erik entered the very spacious office of Cornel Varner wishing he could be almost anywhere else "Erik I'm sure you want to get back to your bride so I will make this quick." His boss said. I'm sure she is homesick for the fatherland?"
"She is, you are correct."
"I'm sure then that she will be happy to tell that tasty dish that she will be going back to Germany with you." Erik's voice instantly began to boil at the sound of this sorry excuse of a man calling the woman he loved a tasty dish. For now there was nothing he could do about it, but if his "boss" ever attempted to hurt her he would be dead.
"Sir?"
"I am transferring you. I need you to leave France. I need you in Germany." Erik's stomach turned. How would he tell his beloved she would have to live with him in the place where all of this terrible craziness began?
"I understand Sir "was all he could say. He had no choice in the matter
"So Erik how is the honeymoon. I would love to come home to that every night even through she isn't blonde. Come on Erik when are both men. Tell me how much fun is she?"
"With all due respect sir, she is my wife. I do not share her or details of our moments together."
"By all means Erik, go make your bride happy. Tell her she will be returning to her home."
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As the masked man entered the honeymoon suite he was overcome with emotion. His wife's angelic face was bathed in tranquil candle light. She looked so at peace. He watched as she covered her eyes, from her month flowed her musical voice reciting the Hebrew blessing. Barukh adonai
Eloheinu Melech haolam asher kidshanu be-mitzvotav ve-tzivanu lehadilk ner shel Shabbos.
When she finished saying the blessing she slowly uncovered her eyes and stood back to admire the candles she had placed on the table.
"What do you think you're doing?" Chavia's green eyes widened more than she thought was humanly possible. Erik was in front of her his eyes blazing. Instinctively she stepped farther away from the fire and from him. The masked man stepped forward and blow out the candles she had just so loving lit. She could not re-light them. Candles were used in order to bring in the Sabbath, to bring in light, but once the 25 hour period began it was forbidden to light a fire. The Sabbath flame had to burn itself out; to blow it out would be sinful for her. She did not do it, she reminded herself silently staring at Erik. His gray eyes had now lost their own fire.
"It's the Sabbath, my Sabbath" she whispered.
"Do you have any idea how dangerous that is!" He roared.
"Erik there is no one here. Everyone has left the hotel for an outing. Someone knocked on the door before and asked if we would like to join them. I said no and it has been quiet..."
"I walked in, what if someone else had the key and you only thought it was me who entered the room!"
"I didn't hear you enter."
"Well that is a problem in of itself. I knew that bag you packed when we left your mother's was too large. You have commandments but the most important one is to keep yourself alive. In times like this G-d understands when you can't light or eat kosher! How would he know? You will need a smaller bag when we go to Germany!" Erik watched in horror as her face paled. Her mouth opened but not a sound came out. He hated himself in this moment. No, hate was not a strong enough word for what he felt towards himself He had no choice, it wasn't safe. He had to keep her safe but that didn't change the fact that he disturbed the serenity she managed to capture. He let her angelic voice echo in his mind and engulf him for a moment. It was a needed distraction from the pained expression on her face. Eloheinu Melech haolam asher kidshanu be-mitzvotav ve-tzivanu lehadilk ner shel Shabbos. He knew exactly what that meant Blessed are you Hashem our G-d, king of the Universe who has sanctified us through his commandments and has commanded us to kindle the Sabbath lights.