Frankie looked over at Andrew lying there next to her. Her dark blood
was dried onto her face, but it didn't matter to her. She only smiled at
him and watched his chest rise and fall in rhythm with his breathing. Her
blonde hair was now dull with oil, sweat, and blood. 'Does he know how I
feel about him? It has been not even a week since I've known him and yet I
feel he has been with me all my life.' Frankie thought and Andrew's eyes
"Andrew, if I die, watch over me." She whispered and tears began to
seep through her hazel eyes. He sat up, now fully alert from the situation.
"Frankie, you're not going to die. I won't allow it."
"Even if your God tells you I must?" She cried. At this he stopped.
He never thought of the idea that God is the only one that chooses when it
is someone's time to die.
"Than I'll pray to him until he will let you stay."
"You told me earlier, before the crimson paint on the wall, demon
thing happened, you said that heaven is made for those who follow God and
only through Jesus may they reach him."
"It's true though, Frankie. Whether you believe it or not."
"Is it nice there?"
"I don't know. I haven't been there yet." Andrew stated half a joke.
Frankie obviously wasn't laughing.
"Andrew, if I accept God now, will I go to heaven?"
"I should think so."
"Do you always have to pray?"
"I don't think so. Why do you ask?"
"I'm curious, I guess. It's odd how you work."
"I work?" Andrew asked, his dark eyebrows rising in curiosity.
"Yea. You're so kind and compassionate. Even when I yelled at you
when we met, you took it so coolly. It's odd."
"Believe me, Frankie, it isn't easy. I deal with temptations all the
"Are you tempted now?" She asked, her hazel eyes glistening with
child-like innocence. He didn't want to lie to her. Andrew wanted to keep
her in his arms and have her forever, but being a priest forbids such an
"I can't lie to you...yes." He spoke slowly, choosing his words
carefully. At this she pressed herself against him.
"I'm scared, Andrew. Will God help me? Will you help me?" Tears began
to form in his eyes.
"Of course, Frankie. We both will help you."
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