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was
embarrassed by the thoughts that had been running through my head
so I said, “I am just realizing that I’m leaving a lot more behind
than I originally thought,” then I burst into the tears that I had
been fighting.
    Knoll was silent for a moment. Looking at me
with genuine concern he said, “I can’t possibly comprehend what it
feels like to sit where you’re sitting right now. I can only offer
you my company and my ears and tell you once again, I am so sorry
for not finding you sooner.”
    I smiled and this time I patted his shoulder
as I wiped away the tears, deciding it would be better to change
the subject by saying, “So earlier, you said you were my guardian.
What exactly does that mean; aside from the obvious that you are to
protect me?”
    “Well Mina,” he proclaimed, breathing a sigh
of relief, “It means a lot more than just protecting you. I am not
a security or body guard. You see I have taken an oath to protect
you with my own life. I was born and raised to protect you.”
    I stared at him awe struck, not knowing what
to say. Why would he give his life for mine? He didn’t even know
me. Laying my head back against the seat I sat in silent thought
questioning his response. I couldn’t comprehend that someone who,
well for the lack of a better word, was as gorgeous as he was,
would devote their life to me. Suddenly I felt goose bumps cascade
over my body. What had I gotten myself into?
    Thinking for a few more minutes I turned to
look at Knoll and declared, “I don’t know why you have devoted your
life to me yet I know that I am asking a great deal of you by
risking your life in taking me see my grandma.” He raised his hand
and began to interject but I shook my head and continued before he
could say anything, “It’s just that I wanted to say thanks.” And I
bit my bottom lip again, taking a deep breath to calm myself. It
felt odd to thank this man for coming into my life even though,
within a matter of hours, he had destroyed everything that I had
known, yet somehow I felt it had needed to be done.
    Knoll shook his head replying, “Please do
not find offense in what I am about to say but I cannot and will
not accept your thanks.”
    My head immediately shot up and I glared
sternly at him before literally screeching, “Don’t get offended?!
Do you know how hard it was to thank you for killing my parents and
making my life a mess?” And I slammed my fist down on the console
to make the point before turning to look out the window, furious
with myself for even thanking him in the first place. The van was
filled with an eerie silence that lasted minutes. ‘I wish we could
just get back on the road,’ I thought.
    Suddenly Knoll turned and unbuckling his
seat belt he turned his body towards me. I watched him in the
reflection of the window refusing to acknowledge or look at him. I
was so angry that I swear I could see only the color red.
    “Carmina,” he announced, not in a scream,
but he definitely projected his deep voice through the van. Slowly
I turned my head, waiting for him to speak again. Finally he
continued, “I cannot and will not accept your thanks because, I do
not deserve it. I have brought you pain and, as you have graciously
reminded me, also nothing but destruction to your life.” He looked
down to the floor, avoiding any eye contact as he slowly ran his
hand across the back of his neck, letting out an exasperated
sigh.
    Ashamed I felt horrible for yelling at him
so reaching up I placed my hand gently on his shoulder, exclaiming,
“I am sorry for screaming at you. I am just so freaked out right
now! Everything is such a mess. I mean, my parents tried to kill
me. I will never see my best friend ever again and on top of all
that some secret organization, that you have yet to explain about,
is after me. And this is all because of who I am supposedly born to
be.” I didn’t notice, as all the words came flowing out in a
jumbled mess, that I was shaking