Intro to Faith to Endure
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Intro
What in the
hell is that noise? I wake up enough to realize it’s my cell ringing. I feel around
in the dark on my night stand until I find it. I roughly brush my straight
brown hair out of my eyes. I look at the display and decide I am going to kill
my best friend. I know she has a hard time keeping the time difference straight
but at four in the morning I don’t care.
“Someone
had better be dead,” I snipe as a greeting. I sit up in bed rubbing my eyes. I
catch my reflection in mirror above my dresser and groan. I passed out shortly
after coming home last night. What is left of last night’s mascara is smeared
around my hazel eyes, making me look like a raccoon.
“Lily,”
Cora mumbles and breaks down into sobs. Oh,
shit! With my luck someone is dead!
“Cora,
what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” I plead for an explanation. Cora has always been a
little emotional but I have never heard her cry like this.
“I’m
not hurt. I need to come home but I can’t get ahold of my mom,” Cora answers in
a strangled voice.
“What
about Eric? He didn’t hurt you did he?” I don’t care if he is a lord Cora is
like a sister to me. I will fly out there and stomp his balls to a pulp if he
hurt her.
“No,
it isn’t that. Lil, I will tell you everything later. I just really need to
come home now.”
“Okay,
okay. You need to breathe or you’re going to have an attack. Your mom is
probably over at the festival for the weekend.” Cora has had panic attacks
since we were in high school. It always makes me worry about her. For like the
hundredth time since she moved I am wishing she never went to England.
“Oh,
you’re right. I didn’t think of that. I don’t want to just show up there. Can I
stay with you until I talk to her?”
“Always,
Cora. You know that.”
“Thanks
Lily,” she responds as her voice starts to return to normal.
“Whatever
it is, it will be okay, honey,” I try to reassure her but it seems to be the
wrong thing to say as she starts to sob again. “Cora, does Eric know you are
leaving?”
“No.”
“Are
you going to tell him?”
“No.”
“Okay,
text me with the time I need to pick you up and I will meet you at the
airport.”
“Okay,”
she mumbles.
“Call
me if you need me before you get here,” I tell her like there is anything I can
do from here. I just want her to know she isn’t alone.
“I
will,” she responds shakily. “Bye, Lil.”
“Bye,
sweetie.” I
stare at the phone for a few minutes after disconnecting the call. I know this
has to do with Eric. I have known her since we were both in the second grade.
No one has ever had this kind of effect on Cora. I don’t care how hot and rich
this guy is may Jesus help him if I find out he hurt her in any way.
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