Chapter 2:
"You'd damn well have a fucking good reason to be waking me up this early, Imam." Imam jumped a bit and focused on the screen, trying to see a trace of him, anything, but as always, he saw nothing.
"Jack's not going to Vada." He paused, he swore he heard a sigh on the other side but couldn't be sure.
"What's your point holy man?"
Imam looked at the screen, he thought it was obvious, "I want her to go with you sooner." He felt rather than saw the intense gaze on him. He turned his head away from the screen, he felt guilty and must look it.
"There's something your not telling me, what is it?"
Imam sighed and looked back at the screen, and began to speak slowly, quietly, "Jack, she's not.. " He sighed, "She's not doing too well." He paused waiting for an answer,
"Not doing too well?" The voice held a hint of mockery "How so holy man?"
Imam looked away, he shouldn't do this, Jack wouldn't want him to, but then again, she wouldn't want him to set her up either, and that's exactly what he was doing. He sighed, and spoke more quietly now, "I'm not sure what exactly she's doing, it may be nothing, but she's gotten more irritated." He paused, not quite knowing how to go on, "I think she's hurting herself." He sighed again.
The voice on the other end was quiet and tense, "And why do you think she's hurting herself?"
How could he explain it, her being up early every morning, the occasional drop or two of blood in the bathroom in the morning. He sighed, all circumstantial evidence. "I don't know, I just," He sighed again not knowing how to explain that he knew, just couldn't prove it.
"And you think that I can help her?" The question was quiet.
Imam looked back at the screen, two silver blue shined eyes looked back at him. "I think, maybe, you'd be better off to help her, if something is wrong." He finished off quietly. He heard swearing in the background and then finally, "I'll be there in a week." Imam sighed in relief, "Thank you Mr. Riddick." Riddick sighed, "Don't thank me yet holy man, I'll be there in a week."
Imam signed off, now to find a way to tell Jack without her freaking out.
"You'd damn well have a fucking good reason to be waking me up this early, Imam." Imam jumped a bit and focused on the screen, trying to see a trace of him, anything, but as always, he saw nothing.
"Jack's not going to Vada." He paused, he swore he heard a sigh on the other side but couldn't be sure.
"What's your point holy man?"
Imam looked at the screen, he thought it was obvious, "I want her to go with you sooner." He felt rather than saw the intense gaze on him. He turned his head away from the screen, he felt guilty and must look it.
"There's something your not telling me, what is it?"
Imam sighed and looked back at the screen, and began to speak slowly, quietly, "Jack, she's not.. " He sighed, "She's not doing too well." He paused waiting for an answer,
"Not doing too well?" The voice held a hint of mockery "How so holy man?"
Imam looked away, he shouldn't do this, Jack wouldn't want him to, but then again, she wouldn't want him to set her up either, and that's exactly what he was doing. He sighed, and spoke more quietly now, "I'm not sure what exactly she's doing, it may be nothing, but she's gotten more irritated." He paused, not quite knowing how to go on, "I think she's hurting herself." He sighed again.
The voice on the other end was quiet and tense, "And why do you think she's hurting herself?"
How could he explain it, her being up early every morning, the occasional drop or two of blood in the bathroom in the morning. He sighed, all circumstantial evidence. "I don't know, I just," He sighed again not knowing how to explain that he knew, just couldn't prove it.
"And you think that I can help her?" The question was quiet.
Imam looked back at the screen, two silver blue shined eyes looked back at him. "I think, maybe, you'd be better off to help her, if something is wrong." He finished off quietly. He heard swearing in the background and then finally, "I'll be there in a week." Imam sighed in relief, "Thank you Mr. Riddick." Riddick sighed, "Don't thank me yet holy man, I'll be there in a week."
Imam signed off, now to find a way to tell Jack without her freaking out.