Long break, Short story: I don't think anybody here knows, but I am a nurse and recently I've had a change in position and I'm still trying to get used to it. Basically that's why I haven't been writing in a very long time. I am slowly getting used to this new thing and getting a lot better at time managing around it, so here is this chapter.

I wrote this in 2 days, so I know it isn't perfect and I feel like it isn't as good as other chapters I've written, but I did it with lots of care, and genuinely hoping for you guys to like it, so if you see any typos or grammar errors please let me know in an inbox and I will fix it ASAP, and if you actually do like this chapter and want me to continue this story, send me an inbox or leave a review with your thoughts, because honestly that is what keeps me going, knowing that you guys like it. So thank you so much for reading and hope to hear from you guys.

PART 1

"The Devil took two Demons, and placed them on different parts of the world. But when evil called, the Demons ran, to roll 'round in the dirt."

"Sayu!" Mother yells from the kitchen. "That isn't something to be reading out loud, especially when there's a visitor," she turns back to the stove and Sayu sinks a little into her seat with a pout.

"Oh I really don't mind at all," Johan says from the couch across from my sister. "Good stories are meant to be shared, and a good creepy story always makes for a fun time."

Sayu smiles and throws her back against the couch to continue reading quietly, just as Father comes down the stairs to meet Johan for the very first time. He gets up from the couch to greed him on his feet, so I do the same.

There's tension in the air. We can all feel it. Father stops by the kitchen to give Mom a kiss, as if getting strength, preparing to go to war. Johan is still, eyes straight forward as Father walks over to us, and I guess it is time for introductions.

"Dad, this is Johan. My friend. Johan this is my Dad, Soichiro Yagami."

Johan stretches out his hand, "Nice to meet you Mr. Yagami." And for a second I see it, and I think Mom sees it too because her eyes open a little. Dad really doesn't want to take his hand. And I get the feeling of spiders crawling up my legs and it's getting a little hard to breathe, but then Father reaches out his hand I'm so relieved.

"I'm glad to finally meet you," Dad says, and it doesn't sound sarcastic, but it also doesn't sound welcoming.

Johan smiles one of those smiles that makes everyone relax a little and responds, "Honestly, me too Sir. I finally get to be in the presence of the man who raised one of the smartest and kindest human beings I have ever met."

"Yes, he is such a great kid. A kid, because he did only just turn eighteen."

"I am aware," Johan responds as if that was something that he expected to hear, but I'm baffled. I can't believe Dad is really going there, that he would bring this up so soon. They only just met.

"I think everyone here already knows how old I am Dad,"I tell him with much annoyance.

"Why don't we all sit?" It's Mom-to-the-rescue from the kitchen. "The food is ready. Sayu! Light! Come help me with all of this."

I give Dad a look. He told me he wouldn't do this. He told me, and he is doing it.

"Come sit, please," I tell Johan and get him to the table and away from Dad, before any more weird conversations have the opportunity to take place.

And so it is with great awkwardness that we serve everyone in complete silence, and then sit in even more silence, and when mom tells us to "dig in" there's still no change. I am shaking my head because I'm seeing that this was not a good idea at all, and I'm looking for a way to start off a conversation, but come up with nothing.

"So, Mr Liebert-" Mom is the first to try.

"Please, call me Johan," he says.

"Oh no I couldn't do that."

"But of course you can," Father chimes. "He is almost our age after all. It's not like he is a normal friend of Light's."

"Dad!" But Johan stops me from saying anything else by placing his hand on my shoulder.

"They say the thirties are the best years. I guess I still have eight more to find out if that's true," Johan says with a smile, not letting any of this get to him.

"Oh my," Mother is surprised. "You don't look a day over twenty-five. Twenty-seven at the most."

"Well I'll have to send my mother a thank you card now," he responds.

Sayu giggles.

Mother. He's never talked to me about that.

Mom takes advantage of the moment and attempts at conversation again. She can clearly see that Dad wants no part in this, so she is going to try for him, which is what she always does. They are a couple. If one can not do it, the other one will. That's how they've always been. It's admirable really, to find someone that fills in all of your weaknesses with their virtues, and you fill all of their missing parts with yours, and you become one person instead of two. I don't know why, but I look at Johan as I think about this.

"So what do you do for a living, Mr. Liebert?" She takes a bite out of her food and looks back up at him.

"I am an investor actually. I've invested in a few banks and companies."

"Well that's interesting. Where are you from? I mean, I don't mean to intrude, but you don't look Japanese."

"Oh it isn't an intrusion at all. I was born in Prague, but I've lived in different places."

"Really? Where?"

"I lived in Germany for many years, after that I lived in Paris, Spain, I was also in Morocco for a while. It's all been very fascinating."

"And what brought you to Japan?"

My mom sounds like a freaking interrogation officer.

"Well, I've had this Foundation for a few years now for children that have been victims of..." he looks at Sayu for a second with a wondering expression, as if questioning whether he should say what he was about to say or not. "Human trafficking," he finishes.

All four of us drop the food we were bringing to our mouths and turn to look at him at the same time with questioning expressions.

"We attack these organizations, find the children, rescue them, and provide them with shelter, mental and physical health, and education until they get better."

"Oh my."

"We've opened a few centers world wide and I've been thinking of opening one here in Japan for a while, so I came over to get everything ready."

"Well Mr. Liebert," Father says. "That is very admirable of you."

"No it isn't, Sir." Johan shakes his head lightly. "It would be admirable if we could put an end to it, but all we can do is fight it off."

"Well that's more than most people do. Almost everyone, especially in your position with enough money and status to not have to worry about a thing would turn a blind eye, yet you are fighting the war. Don't belittle that."

He had never told me. He had never told me any of this. Is this even real?

Johan gives me a small smile, and then Dad is poring a glass of wine. "Well Mr. Liebert I don't exactly like you, you must at least guess at the reasons for this, but I propose a toast to your Foundation. For this institution to keep rescuing and helping these children who are in great need of rescuing indeed." He hands us all a glass, and we raise them as Sayu raises her juice. "Cheers, for a brighter future."

All in unison, "Cheers!"

Sayu chugs down her entire glass of juice, Father drinks half of his glass, Mother takes a sip, but Johan only raises the glass to his mouth while staring directly at me, pretends to drink from it, and sets it back down.

PART 2

"You never told me! You never told me any of this!"

"Light, it just never really came up."

"These aren't things that come up! You're not an idiot, you should know when to tell me things." I know I'm being rude but I don't care. He didn't tell me a lot of things, so I have the right to be mad. "I asked you why you came to Japan."

"And I told you the truth," he takes a step towards me, which I hate because the closer he is the taller he looks and I hate being shorter than people.

He reaches for me with his arm, but I push it away. "Don't touch me! Don't hide things from me, and then try to touch me."

A dark sort of silence takes over and I look up to find his face in complete sorrow. "Why are you pushing me away?" His voice cracks a little, it sounds as if he's hurting, as if he's in pain. From that little push, really? Is he going to get like this just because I shook him off? "I thought you said that you would allow me to be with you."

I take a few steps to my bed and sit. I need to get away from him before I do something stupid like hug him, because then he'll think he can get away with anything. The memory of the time he held me in the hotel room comes to mind and I suddenly feel this overwhelming warmth deep inside of me. I lower my voice, change my tone to a kinder one, "I said I would when I'm one hundred percent sure that you are who you say you are, but how am I supposed to trust you when you hide things from me?"

"I really didn't think you would be bothered by it so much, but I will give you copies of everything I own and everything else that I do from now on," he walks to the bed and squats down in front of me. "Just don't be mad at me," he pleads. "I really don't like it."

I smile, and he smiles too, and then we are both smiling, and I don't even remember why I was mad.

He slowly reaches for my hand and brings it to his lips, "You are my life now."

And just then, really? JUST THEN, my Mother opens the door on the room I remember very well I locked.

I stand up right away. Since Johan was squatted it takes him longer. She is looking at us with a surprised expression, as if she isn't sure what she just saw, or she's fighting the idea of what she just saw. Just the same, it's pretty bad.

He was on his knees about to kiss my hand while I sat on my bed, that isn't something that "normal friends" do, and I can't just tell her that we aren't "friends" but that I'm his deity, because... Well, you know why.

"Sayu wants to know if you could help her with her homework and it's getting late," Mother asks very stiff, notably fighting the urge to yell at us both.

"I'll be right there."

"I'll be leaving then."

"I'll walk you out."

As he passes my mom at the door he gives a small bow and thanks her for the meal. She just nods in agreement, but it's obvious she wants him gone.

"I'll call you later," I tell him.

"How bad is it?" He asks.

I chuckle before closing the door, "I'll let you know."

"Light," I haven't even walked away from the door and she's already calling me. "Can I talk to you please?"

We walk back to my room and lock the door, which obviously doesn't matter because I now know they have spare keys even though they always told me they trusted me.

She sits on my bed messing with her finger nails. He feet are tapping the floor in anxiety. "Son, I understand that you are at an age where... Well it isn't out of the ordinary..." She is agitated, fighting to put the words together. "It is actually a lot more common than you would think to maybe-"

"I don't like guys if that is what you're asking."

I've never like anyone, that's how it's always been.

"But even if you did-" she tries again.

I give her a loud sigh, "Mom, if this is really you trying to pull me out of a closet that doesn't exists-"

"Alright, alright. Maybe you don't feel that way, but Light it is obvious that he does. It scares me son," and I can really see it, the fear in her eyes, the tears that are forming, the shakiness of her hands and the trembling of her voice.

I try to comfort her, "Mom-"

"He scares me Light," her face contorts in a sick form of fear, and it's so eerie a chill runs up my spine and my whole body gets goosebumps.

"Mom-"

"He scares me when he's so close to you. Make fun of me, call me crazy, but it's my motherly instinct, and since you've been a baby it has never been wrong." I give up on trying to fight it. I just let her say everything she needs to say to feel better. "People like him, with their elegance and all of their money, they don't care about people like us, Light." I look away, because I hate the way she is sounding, but she moves with me so that I still have to see her. "And I'm not saying you're worth less because I know, and you know, and everyone that knows you knows just how much you are worth. You are intelligent, kind, generous, and I am so proud of you and everything you have accomplished, but people like him don't see that. They think that we are below them because of their power. I just don't want you to get hurt." Her face turns red and she starts doing that thing she does with her nose when she's trying to fight back tears. "You are so young and you're such a good kid. I don't want anyone to come and snatch you away just to hurt you..."

And that's as long as she could hold it in. Her hand goes to her mouth as tears fall down her face, and I have to hug her because that's what my brain is programmed to do.

"Those people don't take us serious Light. He'll just be here while you entertain him and then he'll find someone else. Someone younger or whatever it is that he is looking for."

"Mom, he isn't like that!" I am almost pleading, because I don't like seeing her cry but I can't tell her the truth. "Do you really think that I am that stupid that I would let someone like that close to me? That I would bring someone like that around my family? No, Mom! I know it sounds weird, and I know it looks bad, but he is different. He is a good person, and I'm sure if you got to know him a little more you would see it too."

She thinks about it, gives me that look that says "I am not buying it" but I guess she changes her mind because she ultimately nods. "Bring him over more often. I want to get to know him."

I smile but then my smile goes away, "Are you going to tell Dad about what you saw earlier?" She swallows hard. I know her intention was to go tell him immediately. "If you tell him he will never give him a chance, you know that."

"I don't believe he is a good person, but I want to get to know him because I want to be wrong. Because I know he is important to you, and honestly, I am glad you finally have someone that you're close to." Ouch, that kind of hurt. She takes a moment, "And because I rather you see him here- at the house- than anywhere else, but you know I don't like him."

That's it, I'm doomed.

"I won't tell him, Light. This time I won't tell him. I'm doing this for you, so please just promise me you will be careful."

I kiss her forehead, "Of course Mom. You know I always am."

She kisses me back and a small smile forms on her lips. "I love you."

And I say something I hadn't said in a very long time, "I love you more."

PART 3

(5 MONTHS LATER)

Finally I am out of class! I get to go home, and it's Friday so the new episode of my show airs. I only have a few hours of homework, and tomorrow school is only half a day so ahhh... It feels good to get some rest.

"Hey, Sayu!" I recognize the voice so I turn around, and it's my brother's best friend.

"Hey Johan!" I wave from across the street and wait for him to walk over.

"Who's that?" One of my friends asks.

"Oh, he's my brother's best friend." I answer with pride.

"Are you going to wait for him?" She asks looking over at him.

"Yeah, you can go on ahead. I'll catch up later."

"Alright then, see ya! But don't take too long."

I wait standing in the side walk until the light finally turns green and he can walk over.

"Hey!" He says.

"Hey!" I answer back with a giggle.

"Going home?"

"Yeah, just got out of school."

"Really? Then maybe I can walk with you. I was going to see your brother anyways."

"But right now he isn't home. He always stays at work until late, doesn't even pick me up from school anymore. He hasn't done it in a loooonnnnggg time." I lower my eyes so he won't see the sadness I feel, and then feel stupid for even bringing it up.

So he's busy. I'm already big, I don't need him to pick me up from school. I'm not a baby anymore.

"He told me he would be back early today."

"Really? Well then let's go!" I invite excited.

"Let me just call your mother to see if she's okay with this."

"Okay then, I'll wait," I say, my hands tightening around the straps of my backpack in anticipation.

He takes out his phone and dials, seconds later she picks up.

"Yes, Mrs. Yagami? This is Johan. I'm here with Sayu, I bumped into her on my way to your house to see Light." He looks at me and smiles, "I was just wondering if it was okay with you for us to walk over there together."

"Come on mom, say yes!" I yell so she can hear me.

Then he gives me the phone, "She wants to talk to you."

"Sayu, where are you?" Is the first thing she asks.

"Ummm... In front of the school. I just got out."

"And you two just bumped into each other?"

"Yes, he's going over to visit Light. Hey Mom, can we go together, please? I promise we won't stop anywhere, we'll go straight home."

"Sayu..."

"Please?!"

I hear her take a deep breath. "Look Sayu, I want you straight home. You have ten minutes to get here."

"Yeayyyy! Okay Mommy, I love you."

"I love you too, but please be careful. Don't go anywhere else. If he tries to take you somewhere else, scream okay. Scream. Do you hear me?"

"Why would he want to do that?" Johan looks confused. He must have no idea what we're talking about.

"Just do what I say."

I am confused too, but let it go for the sake of actually getting permission. "Okay Mommy, I promise."

"Okay, get home safe honey. I'll be waiting outside," and I hang up the phone and hand it back to Johan.

"What did she say?" he asks.

"She said yes."

"Well then, let's get going."

He asks me for my backpack and throws it over his shoulder. It looks as if he's my brother too, and I can't help but be super happy.

"So how was your day?" He asks.

"It was really interesting, did you know that plans breathe what we exhale?"

"Yes. Fascinating isn't it?"

"Yes, and during lunch I got to sit with my best friend which almost never happens because our teachers are so strict. Did you have strict teachers when you were in school Johan?"

"Of course I did," he says. "But it all worked out for the better because here I am now, walking the world's best little sister to her house."

I laugh out loud, "Light is so lucky to have you as a friend. When I grow up, can I be your friend too?"

"Sayu you don't have to grow up for us to be friends, we can be friends now."

"Really? You don't think I'm too small? Or annoying or something?"

He frowns his eyebrows, "Why would you say that?"

"It's because sometimes I feel like I am..."

He pats my head with his hand and I get this warm feeling in my chest, "never say that again. You are a very kind and smart young lady. I would be very lucky to be your friend."

I give him the biggest smile. "Well then," I stretch out my hand. "Friends?"

He shakes it, "Friends."

PART 4

I open the door expecting the same routine, but I am caught off guard when I see Johan with Sayu in the living room table.

"Hey," he smiles.

"Light!" Suyu almost yells with excitement. "Johan walked me home and is helping me with my homework."

I give him a look, and notice Mom giving us both a look from the kitchen.

"I ran into her on the street. I asked for permission to walk her back, and I was waiting for you, so I'm helping her a bit. Sorry, didn't mean to take away your older-brother role." I roll my eyes. "Hopefully I'm doing it right, if not it will be so embarrassing."

Sayu laughs, but I know he says that just for show. He is way too smart. Sometimes his brain is the thing I hate the most. It scares me a little to know he can really think for himself. Not a lot of people can, and he just had to be one of the few. It's annoying, but then again, it's also the thing I like the most.

"Well we're going up now, so you'll have to fend for yourself," I tell my sister while greeting Mom, and then signaling for Johan to follow me up the stairs.

"Thanks Johan!" Sayu exclaims as we walk away. "Or should I say, thank you big brother!"

Mom almost drops the dishes she is drying, and Johan and I share a look and hold back a laugh.

He's wearing all black, which can only mean he's got the job done. When I order him to do something, he wears black after he's done it. It's like a special code, a message without words that we've developed. It's one of those things that sort of happened and now it's here, so we use it.

Once we're inside my room I am ready to confirm it, "So is it done?"

"Yes. The name of the man he was going to use is Caleb Williams. He'll be killed tonight before L even gets a chance to confirm the deal."

"Are you sure?" It's not that I don't trust him because he's done well in earning my trust, but in this game there is no room for mistakes, especially when we're in this deep, so I need to be sure that everything goes the way I plan.

"Yes, one hundred percent sure. The money I gave them will be enough for people like that to kill their own mother. You don't have to worry, the job is done."

I stand still while he goes around me to take off my blazer. It's something I got used to. He did it one day and I let him, so he did it the next day, and the next, and the day after that. Now it's already a routine for him to help me with things like this.

I sit on the bed so he can get my shoes after.

"It's messed up isn't it," I tell him with a low voice. It does sadden me, but more than anything it pisses me off. "That even in the largest corporations that are meant to do good, people can still be bought with money."

He unties my left shoe and takes it off, then removes my sock as he speaks, "It is utterly disgusting, but that's why you're here isn't it? To fix all of this." He is right. He looks up at me straight in the eyes, "you can fix this." Then unties my right shoe.

"Do you think L will try to test the notebook on someone else when he finds out this one got killed?"

"Well if he does we'll kill the next one too, and the one after that, and the one after that. They're all criminals anyways."

"How do you do it?" I ask with so much curiosity, it must be vivid on my face. "How do you know so many people?"

"Some are from work, others are just trying to get to know me so I can help their businesses in some way. Others are one's that owe me favors... When you're my age and you do what I've done, you just know people." He gets up and starts at my shirt. Pulling it from my waist to un-tuck it from my pants.

"But you always seem to know all the right people," I poke at him. Sometimes I do this for fun, try to find something that I don't know for personal entertainment even though he kept his word and gave me all of the information about his businesses and everything else he works with.

He smiles and tugs at the shirt so hard he makes me jump a little, "And aren't you glad about that." I look at him now standing in front of me. His eyes fixed in the collar of my shirt as he unties my tie and slowly pulls it off. "You are way too young to be wearing all of this. Leave this rubbish for us old people."

I look at him, and look at him, and look at him, and the more I look at him the more he looks like an angel from a painting, and that is exactly what he is. He is My Angel, My Knight, the one that will unsheathe his sword and fight for me. Or so is what he says and he hasn't given me a reason to doubt him just yet.

He starts at the top button of my shirt and unbuttons, his fingertips are cold against my skin and still make some parts of my body shiver. Which I've hoped again and again that he doesn't notice. He goes to the next button, and the next, and by the time he pulls the shirt off he has a smile on his face.

"She got you good again," he says pocking at the hickeys on my chest and I understand why he's laughing now.

I scoff, "I'm just glad that when she goes a little crazy she finishes a lot faster and I get to come home."

I look towards the window and he doesn't move, doesn't say anything, just stares at me in silence for a while. I know he is going to ask something, I just wonder what it is.

"Do you like it? Being touched by her, I mean?"

"Well at least she knows what she's doing," I answer without giving it much thought.

"Do you like it?" He asks again. "Does it make your body hot? Do you close your eyes to enjoy it?"

I look at him with frowned brows. That isn't something I want to talk to him or to anyone about. What kind of question-

"If she left you would you miss her? Would you think about her when you're with someone else?"

There's a hint of darkness growing on his face. That shadow I've seen before. That thing that I know lives inside of him, the one I noticed for the first time in that abandoned building when he told me the truth. That part of him I know basically nothing about, and a part of me is scared, but another bigger part of me wants to keep that shadow there so I can study it, so I can get to know it, so I answer it's questions.

"No."

"What about me?" The shadow asks. "Would you miss me if I left you? Would you think about me when you're with someone else... When you're with L perhaps?"

"Why would you ask that?"

"When you talk about him there's this glow on your face. Does your face glow like that when you talk about me, I wonder?"

I am trying to come up with an answer but I don't have to, because suddenly one of his hands is covering my eyes, and he is pushing me down on the bed. I fall on my back and even though this situation is weird, I do nothing to try to stop it.

I wonder why...

He lays next to me, his hand still covering my eyes, his voice whispering in my ear. "You look tired, you should rest."

A part of me is uneasy, throwing things at me like, "this is weird" "this doesn't feel right." But another part thinks "this is normal. This is him. He knows everything about you, so what's so weird about this?"

He finally moves his hand away and I open my eyes to see him leaning over me, his face so close to mine if I move at all, I'll bump into him. I can smell him, that fine cologne he wears on Friday nights, a sweet smell of mint coming from his mouth and right behind that a faint smell of afternoon coffee.

"Do you care about them more than you care about me?" He asks.

No! My mind answers, as if that shouldn't even be allowed to become a question. But way in the very back there is a whisper, L it says... And I see L on his computer, our hands cuffed together. I remember that time he hugged me at night because he claimed he was cold. Having to pass him a towel so many times after his shower because he is an idiot and always forgot it. I remember so many morning coffees. I remember some of his lame jokes, like that time he told me instead of drinking soft soda, I should drink soft-soda-light, and he just looked at me with wide eyes waiting for me to burst out laughing, but I wouldn't do it because I couldn't allow him to win, yet my lips were starting to hurt from biting on them from the inside so they wouldn't betray me.

No! I tell myself. Tell him No way!

As he breathes his breath touches my nose, and I know mine is touching his chin. I try no to breath so heavy, and that's when I notice that I've been breathing heavy this whole time. And now that I noticed that, I notice all the other things, like the racing speed of my heart and the burning fire on my face.

He just smiles, and I can vividly see the shadow that had taken over him leave his face, and he slowly returns to normal, just like he's done before.

He lays down on his back next to me and pulls me into his arms, "Go to sleep Light, I'll take care of you. When you wake up Mr. Williams will be dead. You'll find out all about it tomorrow when you go to work. But for now we are in your room, we are tired, we are sleepy, we are together, and we are going to rest."

I am tired, but I'm also shirtless and the locked door can be unlocked at any minute, but for some reason none of that matter at all. He's here with me and for that reason alone I know everything is going to be okay.

He's my friend.

My only friend.

L.

I don't want to think about him.

I don't want to remember that liar as I am with the one that tells me the truth. I don't want to remember the one that torments me as I am next to the one that accepts me the most!

PART 5

"L."

The computer lights up, and I push the button to pick up Watari's call with the tip of my toes since my hands are busy, "Speak to me."

"Caleb Williams is dead." The news hits me like cold water and suddenly I'm not even in the mood for the frozen lollipops I had stolen from Matsuda's mini fridge earlier. "He was found with a bullet hole to the back of his head no more than ten minutes ago."

I hang up without a word. And is it just me or is the room getting dark?... My eye sight is blurry, my ears are ringing, my fists are clenching on their own, and THATS ENOUGH! It's enough!

I throw everything off of my desk with both hands anxious to break something, to hit something, to wrap my hands around hisneck!

LIGHT!

I pull out my phone and dial his number. Pick up... Pick up you...

"Hello?" But it isn't him, and my blood is boiling so I am not in the mood for little games.

"Didn't anyone ever teach you not to play with other children's toys? Give the phone to Light."

"Ummm... And who is this?"

"Give him the phone," I am so angry it is poring out in my voice.

"Oh, you're his boss right? He has you under Ryuzaki. I apologize but he is asleep right now, so I'll have him call you-"

WHAT! "Then wake him up!" I almost shout.

He actually laughs. The bastard laughs! "He just got home from work, he is tired. I am not going to do that."

I take a deep breath, like hell they didn't have anything to do with this. "You listen to me Johan and you listen to me well, and I say Johan very lightly because right now I am under the very big impression that even your name is fake. I am on to you. When I am done with you, you are going to rot in a jail cell, and Light is going to die by the lethal injection. I know what you both are doing, and all I need is one piece of evidence, just one piece! So don't slip because I will be there to kick you when you're down."

"Look, I have no idea what you're talking about-"

"Who is it?" I hear Light's voice very faintly in the background.

"It's your boss."

There's a small ruckus and then Light is on the phone. "What is it?" He asks, his young and small voice almost sounding innocent.

"Light..." I am losing. I am losing him. That man is deep inside his head and he is slipping further and further away from me. I am losing the fight, the grip I had on him, and if I don't do something quick, I am going to lose the last bit I have left. "Light," I try with a calmer voice. "What are you doing sleeping with that man?"

"What?!" And for a moment I feel I have him back. It's the exact same reaction he would give me when we would spent all our days and nights together, and I would say either something very outrageous or very stupid. "No, no. It isn't like that. I just fell asleep."

"Come to the office."

"Why?"

I want to tell him, you know why. Because you killed Caleb Williams and I want to see how you react. See if you have a slip or a trip or anything that could give me anything against you. But instead I tell him, "because there's no one in this entire building that could help me right now." And then I try to sound very serious, "I need you."

There's silence, but soon he answers, "Alright," and maybe he believes me because his voice changes, or maybe this is his part of the game and he is acting just like I am, but either way I am happy. It feels like a victory, no matter how tiny it is.

I have to pull him back to me, get him back to my side and away from Him.

If I can't do that, I might as well lay down and hand them a knife to slit my throat because I am as good as dead.

TBC...