Trust

Victoria Roux works for SS10, and leads a normal spy life. Just one thing. She can see the future, an ability that nobody else has. Until she bumps into a man. Can she trust him with her secrets? And can she rely on him in her time of need?

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3. Another Surprise

I ran to where the man was standing and reached to touch him. But he disappeared. I thought it was just my mind playing up with my visions (it does that sometimes), when he appeared again. But this time, it was a full vision. I looked around the room. It was a red and black cell, like a SS10 cell, but different. The man (about 20 I guess) looked up at me. He had been crying and there were red marks all over his jaw almost concealed by the layer of dirt over his skin. I wonder where he got all the dirt from, the cell was crystal clean. But the weird thing was that I desperately wanted to help him. I wanted to make him smile and wipe all the hurt and tears away. What was that feeling?

Vicky…” I whipped my head around to the man. No one had called me Vicky in 12 years. That was my dad’s pet name for me and I was Vic to everyone else, Vicky to him.

Help me!” he whimpered. He knelt to the floor and sobbed like I have never seen anyone sob before. It was heart breaking to watch. I felt tears form in my eyes.

“VIC!” Chris screamed at me. I spun around and met his eye. He must have seen me run pretty much everywhere round the room.

“Are you mentally insane? What were you doing?” he demanded. I took a deep breath and everything came spilling out. What visions I have had. How it feels when I have a vision. As expected, he wanted to take me to the labs at SS10 and have me tested to see if I was ok and to see to if I could be cured. I dismissed the idea immediately, but Chris kept on going about it. I roll my eyes and was glad when Nicole came to get me because they were short of hairdressers. I take off to the shop when Chris stops me.

“Can I stay over at your house tonight?” he asked. I was taken back when he asked that. As life goes on, women have always been a class lower than men, no matter what they do. So for that reason, male spies go on missions, while female spies do the paper work that male spies should do. Therefore, male spies normally have house by their self that is funded by SS10. So Chris asking for a bed tonight was quite weird.

“Sure” I replied and fled up the stairs to a customer who would change my life.

* * * * *

“Hello Sir! How I may help you?” I ask him. I study him. We don’t get many blokes in our salon, but it’s always fun to see how they get on because it’s a place full of older girls and young women. However this guy was completely unaware he was in a place full of females, I was tempted to say that we were close to closing time and that we couldn’t take anyone more, but something sparked inside me and my heart (which I rarely listened to) said “let him say”. That was turning me crazy! 

“Just a cut please,” he interrupted. I stared into the never ending chocolate eyes that stared back into mine. I have this nervous feeling in me and I feel a bit faint, but I focus on the back of my friend’s, Becky, head. I do the usual procedure: do you want your hair washed? Do you want to dyed or highlight? He looked highly amused and I felt the blush growing in my cheeks, spreading across my face, like you spread butter over a piece of toast. His voice took me back to the orphanage, the day that I was given the gift to see the future.  I shook my head. I really needed to lie down and think about what I supposed to be doing. Anyway, I led him to the massive wardrobe that held all the jackets and coats of our customers. There was a scanner that took all the DNA of the coats and jackets to identify their owners which would be stored on our computers that no one can hack into. I would be looking up this man, something about him made my mind think that I have seen him before. I have never had this feeling before.

“Are you thirsty?” I asked him. He smiled like I have shared an old joke with him. That really annoyed me. Who did he think he is?

“Yes, thanks. How about a bottle of water?” his voice sent bells ring in my ears. That was so stupid! I got a bottle of water from the cupboard and handed it to him.

“Thanks,” is the only word I got from him before he gulps the whole bottle down. Then he sighed, satisfied that he is quenched. I took him behind the screen to wash his hair.

His hair in the water was tangled and I was shocked to see how greasy and dirty it was. Literally, the water turned brown. The dirt reminded me of the vision and I realised that this is the same person. I started to get a little scared.  Stay calm! I think to myself, almost there! The more I washed his hair, the more I wanted to stroke his face. His hair was a chocolate water fall and I wanted to keep it that way, his hair flowing through my hands, but I was forced to stop. I could tell he didn’t want it to stop either.

Then I led him to an unoccupied place to cut his hair, I felt sad as watched his hair float down to the floor and liked stoking his neck, pretending that I was doing it unknowingly. His expression went all dreamily and he smiled the whole time, I smiled back at him, feeling happy and sad. It was just like dream… He could defiantly melt butter!

Soon, I was finished and I asked him to come to the till. I got his jacket and felt guilty about taking details from this man. It felt wrong. He noticed my expression and asked if I was ok, I replied I was fine, feeling dizzy. Soon he had finished paying and asked if he could make another appointment with me! My heart sped up and I got dizzier. With me? Well, I wasn’t going to say no! Then he slipped £5 into my hand. Wow.

“That’s a lot of money for a tip!” I whispered to him. “I want you to have it,” he whispered back. I stared at the lips. The thought of kissing them was overwhelming. Get a grip; I scolded myself, this is madness! But as he left salon, I saw him sneaked a look at me, with an expression that was mix with hope, happiness and sadness.

 I didn’t stop feeling dizzy.

Chris waited for me to empty my tip box. All the money comes tumbling out with a card. A card with a mobile number on it.

 A mobile number that makes me feel dizzy. 

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