The Journey: Chapter 1

The Journey …

It must have been two weeks now. Yes, two weeks since I first chatted with that man, the all-knowing, well-educated and smart looking gentleman I have seen each night through that small window. I have learned more about him in two weeks than I have my own father.

“Am I really going to do this?” … I asked myself at least ten times an hour. Could I, a quiet, shy and nervous nineteen year old really set off into the unknown? Five hundred miles from home, to meet someone… a stranger I already called a friend?

The train leaves in the morning, I have only six hours to come up with an excuse, the perfect excuse. The excuse of a lifetime to get me out of this situation… Or do I go? The stress is killing me. I have to do this, I have to take the first step and do what I have dreamed about for so long. For years I have thought myself strange, not like others. But now, Now I have found someone else, someone who is willing to do these things to me. Willing to be, dare I say it.. My.. My.. My Master! I have never felt my heart beat so hard, It rocks the bed. In no other situation has my hand’s sweated, my feet tingled and my belly filled with butterflies. It was time to take the jump. You never know, I might like it.

This is it, there is no going back now. I step onto the train knowing I have done the hardest thing. I am showered with a sense of achievement and at the same time feeling nauseous while my hands trembled. This feel like the longest journey there could be. Time was standing still. Only 5 hours, Only 4 hours, only 3 hours I kept counting down the time until I see His face. After all this time, I have to swap trains for the last part of my trek. Is it here I cower out, is it here I search for a hotel and run home in the morning? My brain was saying run! But my legs were leading me to the train, leading me one step closer to my Master. These last fifteen minutes are more torturous than anything I could have wanted or even dreamed of. I have never felt my heart beat so hard or fast. I phone ahead and say I am close, In a quiet calm voice. Or so I thought, for all I know I am quivering and slurring my words. This is it, the next stop is my one. The next stop is the one I have to stand up and get off the train.

I cringe as the metal tracks squeal as the train comes to a stop. I take the step of the train, Knowing I am being watched, but not knowing where from. I dash to the corner as I scan the crowds searching for him. Then I see him, I see his height and strength knowing I am no match for him. I stand there as still as I can, like a rabbit caught in headlights. Praying he doesn’t see me but hoping he finds me. Then our eyes meet, I stay still as he walks closer.

“Hello” he says in a calm and assertive way. “hi..” I replied wondering if he heard me…

He leads me to his car as I follow on behind, like a lost school boy. I am told to get in, so I take a seat, while he lights up a cigarette. I hardly say a word as we drive through the streets of this unknown town, I try to memorise the turns and directions we are taken, Just in case! “not long now boi!” I hear from this 6 foot man sitting next to me..

Finally, after two weeks of talking and discussion, planning my travel times and a whole day of travel, we arrive. We arrive at a house at the corner of the street. I don’t know what I was expecting but this seems normal. This is just like any other house. I find myself thinking .. “Is that a good thing?”

Now that the journey is over, I can concentrate on what will happen now, What will happen through that front door????