Hey guys! Getting this out right before I go to bed. I have a 5 AM wake-up call in order to be up and ready for a five hour drive north. So that means I will probably not be active until Sunday. I'll try to squeeze some time in to write, but I'm going to be enrolling in grad school classes, visiting friends and family, and apartment touring tomorrow and a good part of Saturday.
That being said, I hope you guys enjoy the chapter.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
~~~NEED AND DESPERATION~~~
Annie was grateful to be on solid ground rather than 30,000 feet in the air, but as soon as they had descended so too had a dark cloud lowered itself onto her. She'd tried to hide it from Eyal, forced a smile to her face and acted the part of a tired, but excited newly wed to lay the foundation for the op, but now that they were alone in their bungalow she allowed her mask to drop.
Taking a deep breath as she dropped her luggage, Annie called dibbs on the first shower. Maybe that would help. She was jet lagged, that was for sure. Crossing eight time zones in two days was enough to drive even the most seasoned traveler a little crazy and Annie was no stranger to plane hops. She wanted a shower and a bed.
Stepping into the bathroom, Annie began shedding her clothing. Boots, jeans, shirt, then underwear all thrown to the floor in a haphazard pile. Then she turned the shower on and let the room fill with steam.
After about two minutes Annie finally stepped into the spray. The shower head was truly wonderful, one of those rain shower ones that just made showering a totally transformed experience—the water literally poured down and gave one the sensation of washing all their troubles away.
But not this time. Not today. The water was hot and left her skin red, but instead of easing her aches and pains from the trip, it brought tears to her eyes.
She was a prisoner. She felt like a prisoner. Mossad may have made it seem like they were doing her a favor, that she would be an asset to their operations, but the truth was cold and irrefutable. Annie was their prisoner and puppet, and as soon as she was no longer useful Rivka would throw her to the wolves.
And she couldn't go home. Her life there was over, buried six feet under.
Anne Catherine Walker no longer existed and no matter how hard she fought to keep the emotions at bay, the thought crushed her, forcing sobs from her body.
Why?
Why?!
WHY?!
Her hands pounded into the tile of the shower wall as she wailed, her emotions so overpowering that could barely stand. Sliding to the floor of the shower, Annie just wanted to give up.
"Oh, Neshama," cooed Eyal, bending down to pick Annie up off the floor of the shower.
"I-it hurts . . . s-so so bad!" wailed Annie into his shoulder.
"I know, I know." His Neshama was wounded deep in her soul and he would be her rock. "Now, Neshama, let's get you cleaned up."
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