My man in black, as I have come to learn, is going to help me. He visited me once again, because I had decided that Charm would be safer with Gabe and Zarah. Even though I do not care for the woman, she loves my daughter and I know she would take good care of her. It did not, however go as I had planned. Not even in the door yet, my dark guardian told me to stay back, that Gabriel was going to punch him, which indeed he did.
It happened so quickly I’m not sure how he got his arms around Gabriel’s neck, but he was soon squeezing so brutishly that Gabriel could no longer breathe. That’s when Zarah started to hit him in the back with the bristles of a broom. And when that didn’t work, she started to beat him with the handle. It was only when he saw her coming at him with a dagger, that he released Gabe, dropping the man to the floor and dislocating Zarah’s wrist at the same time. Or perhaps it was me pleading with him to cease that made him stop. I think I will never know.
Gabe was about to throw us all out, so I quickly told him about the curse, the pregnancy, the reason for my visit. And I could tell Zarah hoped I wouldn’t come back, so she could keep her peaceful little family intact.
In the end, they both turned away from me, even though they agreed to care for Charm. I’m still wondering if I did the right thing.
It was on the way home he told me things, things I never thought to hear. Horrible things I did not wish to hear, but I knew I needed to.
We are not always the persona we put forth. There are dark and terrible things that lurk within us all, that create the monsters we have become. It is for each of us to find and accept what we can about the abominations of those close to us, to embrace and try to understand the shadows of our past, of our present and of our futures. I have done just such a thing tonight.
Forgiveness is offered in small ceremonies of trust.
And I trust him.
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