MY CHRI$EVE VISITOR

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I sat thinking of when my next job would come. I’d just been sacked with no reason given or even a hint. It was a big blow but it seemed God wanted it to be… else it wouldn’t have happened. I dreaded the words that kept ringing like it was never going to stop—you’re fired! All I could hear. While sipping the hot cocoa I had made for that evening, I tried to separate myself from the voice but it kept coming. Letting out a groan I knew was that of frustration, I sipped my cocoa again and brought the mug down at the sound of the doorbell. “Who’s there?” I stood up as my ears captured the sound. “P-please—p-please. Please let me in.” it was a female voice. An angelic one as at that. I rushed to open the door, seeing a teenager, yay high, shaky and half terrified, from my observation, smiling faintly at me with hands and feet trembling; I quickly let her in, ushering her to the sofa, as she sat, getting ahold of my cocoa like she owned it, gulping it down in seconds. Burp— Ooh—I smiled deep down, seeing how cute she looked, though it was unmannerly belching in such way. She asked for my name and I told her. “Jacob—” She smiled. She seemed pretty shy. Well, that made me love her even more. Love? I grinned like an idiot, uncertain about what it was. Could it be? Her voice rolled in. “Are you alone?” It sounded weird hearing her ask. “Yes,” I gave a short reply. “Is there something you’d like?” I went further to ask. She seemed interested staring at me. Her eyes could almost make holes on me if they were given a chance. I couldn’t help blushing—of course men do blush. Who was this girl, and what was her motive here? she looked strange. She wasn’t one of the neighbourhood kids, that I was certain about. Who was she? I couldn’t help voicing out my thoughts. “Who are you?” Her lips curved halfway. “Why so inquisitive?” she asked, first time not being shy. “I told you mine, didn’t I?” She gave a chuckle, a blush coating her cheeks. “Can I have a glass of water, please?” “Huh?” She repeated, “A glass of water, Sir?” I frowned, relaxing my face again. I was surprised at how fast she drank it all. Poor thing. She must have been really thirsty—or worse. “Abigail—” “Hm?” “Abigail—” To Be Cont’d

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