"Oh God! Charles this scale cannot be right." Leah exclaimed as she stood still on the bathroom scale.
"No it's right." he sighed.
"But it says I weigh 97 lbs!"
"Yes, well that happens when you take heroin instead of eating." he rolled his eyes. Leah said nothing a horrible look of despair on her face, nearly in tears. "It's okay sweetheart, all we have to do is feed you." he tried to calm her hugging her tightly, but not too tight lest she snap in two. She felt like little bird in his arms and as he rubbed her back gently he realized he could feel the vertebrae in her back protruding out like little pebbles.
So it was over the next week he fed her three times a day, a huge breakfast, lunch and dinner. In between meals he gave her as many fruit smoothies as she could drink, unbenkownst to her he mixed in massive amounts of protein powder so she was consuming at least ten thousand calories a day. She would normally fall into a deep sleep after eating as her body was not used to using it's energy to digest food. Now in the evenings is when her withdrawals usually took hold and he would sit up with her, watching over her through the fevers and the body aches. He would give her light massages after her baths to help ease her pain and it did her heart, and soul, and mind good to know she had such a good friend who cared so much about her. At times she would cry, tears streaming down her face like a waterfall. Charles let her cry and dried her tears when she felt better. She had been so lost and so alone and so numb to her grief; but now she felt as if she had opened up her eyes for the first time and she could see a light at the end of her long dark tunnel of sorrow and pain. It was so difficult to be sober. When the terrible thoughts of the past entered her brain she could always drink or take her drug of choice to forget what had transpired over the past five years, but now she knew she had to let herself feel all the pain and emotions that she had suppressed for so long; and all the while Charles was with her refusing to give up on her.
One week to the day of her kidnapping she had gained thirteen pounds, she had her new teeth and Charles actually saw her smile. Though she was upset because there was no phone or computer for her to use, strictly for her own good, Charles hooked up a v.c.r. to the television in her room and he supplied her with all sorts of films, and all the episodes of a particular show, that was really about nothing, and the t.v. comedy made her laugh and, even though Charles was a disgraced ex-physician, he knew laughter was always the best medicine. He loved the sound of her happy laughter. So they would sit and watch movies and t.v. together like two old friends. On this particular night Charles fell asleep in the rocking chair by her bed and she was suddenly awoken by the loud sound of Charles screaming.
"Charles? Are you alright?" she asked startled as he awoke in a cold sweat eyes wide in terror. It took him a moment to realize he was not dreaming.
"Oh God Leah!" he said trying to catch his breath.
"You were having a nightmare." she said as her heart stopped racing so fast.
"I'm sorry." he said rubbing his eyes pulling his hair back from his face.
"It's okay." She reassured him as she got out of bed and gave him a warm hug to comfort him. "You were saying something I couldn't understand."
"What did I say?" he asked a hint of fear in his eyes.
"Something like sauve moi." she informed him "What is that?"
"It's a French saying" he sighed a hard lump forming in his throat a tinge of pain filling his heart.
"What does it mean?" she asked intrigued.
Charles looked her deep in the eyes all the color draining away from face as if someone had just walked over his grave. He took a deep breath and softly spoke "It means.., save me."
"No it's right." he sighed.
"But it says I weigh 97 lbs!"
"Yes, well that happens when you take heroin instead of eating." he rolled his eyes. Leah said nothing a horrible look of despair on her face, nearly in tears. "It's okay sweetheart, all we have to do is feed you." he tried to calm her hugging her tightly, but not too tight lest she snap in two. She felt like little bird in his arms and as he rubbed her back gently he realized he could feel the vertebrae in her back protruding out like little pebbles.
So it was over the next week he fed her three times a day, a huge breakfast, lunch and dinner. In between meals he gave her as many fruit smoothies as she could drink, unbenkownst to her he mixed in massive amounts of protein powder so she was consuming at least ten thousand calories a day. She would normally fall into a deep sleep after eating as her body was not used to using it's energy to digest food. Now in the evenings is when her withdrawals usually took hold and he would sit up with her, watching over her through the fevers and the body aches. He would give her light massages after her baths to help ease her pain and it did her heart, and soul, and mind good to know she had such a good friend who cared so much about her. At times she would cry, tears streaming down her face like a waterfall. Charles let her cry and dried her tears when she felt better. She had been so lost and so alone and so numb to her grief; but now she felt as if she had opened up her eyes for the first time and she could see a light at the end of her long dark tunnel of sorrow and pain. It was so difficult to be sober. When the terrible thoughts of the past entered her brain she could always drink or take her drug of choice to forget what had transpired over the past five years, but now she knew she had to let herself feel all the pain and emotions that she had suppressed for so long; and all the while Charles was with her refusing to give up on her.
One week to the day of her kidnapping she had gained thirteen pounds, she had her new teeth and Charles actually saw her smile. Though she was upset because there was no phone or computer for her to use, strictly for her own good, Charles hooked up a v.c.r. to the television in her room and he supplied her with all sorts of films, and all the episodes of a particular show, that was really about nothing, and the t.v. comedy made her laugh and, even though Charles was a disgraced ex-physician, he knew laughter was always the best medicine. He loved the sound of her happy laughter. So they would sit and watch movies and t.v. together like two old friends. On this particular night Charles fell asleep in the rocking chair by her bed and she was suddenly awoken by the loud sound of Charles screaming.
"Charles? Are you alright?" she asked startled as he awoke in a cold sweat eyes wide in terror. It took him a moment to realize he was not dreaming.
"Oh God Leah!" he said trying to catch his breath.
"You were having a nightmare." she said as her heart stopped racing so fast.
"I'm sorry." he said rubbing his eyes pulling his hair back from his face.
"It's okay." She reassured him as she got out of bed and gave him a warm hug to comfort him. "You were saying something I couldn't understand."
"What did I say?" he asked a hint of fear in his eyes.
"Something like sauve moi." she informed him "What is that?"
"It's a French saying" he sighed a hard lump forming in his throat a tinge of pain filling his heart.
"What does it mean?" she asked intrigued.
Charles looked her deep in the eyes all the color draining away from face as if someone had just walked over his grave. He took a deep breath and softly spoke "It means.., save me."
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