WHEN I could see again, I saw the man on the other side of the door, studying me and grinning. I saw him, and blurted the first thing on my mind. "You are supposed to be asleep!" The grin got bigger, reaching his eyes and lighting them up. "Of course. But I couldn't sleep, because someone was in the room with me." His voice was easy, and a little husky. Something melted inside of me. "Stupid! Your master could do that to anyone, including you!" I desperately tried to tell myself. It wasn't working. Something inside of me also knew better, and trusted this man who slept in warehouses. "Well, sorry to bother you. I'll be going now." That didn't sound half as strong or as final as it had sounded in my mind. Neither did my body make to move out of the door. "What is your name?" he asked, which was completely unexpected. Now the part of me that had been raised to be always suspicious came to the fore. I slitted my eyes, my hands clutching the doorknob as if it were a lifeline. I debated with myself; should I tell him the truth? My instinct said yes, the truth! And my instinct had never led me wrong. "All right," I said, letting go of my death grip on the doorknob. "My name is Jame, and I have no last name. My mas…No one ever told me it." A flicker of something crossed the mans face, and he shifted slightly, before telling me, "My name is Jarod, and I will make you a deal." "What is this 'deal'?" I asked suspiciously. "I tell you of me and my past, and you tell me of you and your past." He looked at me, wondering what I would say to his bold deal. "He is good. I don't know why, or how I know, that he will not hurt me or betray me, no matter what happens. I, too, will try to be like that. I hope that I can." I felt my heart squeeze with pain. "Yes," I told Jarod, when I could speak again. "Yes, deal."
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