He placed his hands on the wall again and started to climb, making sure that his feet were in the right position and stabilized before using them to propel himself higher. He moved higher than before, breathing heavily, his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead forbidding the sweat to drip in his eyes. The window was still too far. He looked up once again trying to see how far but the unusual movement made him lost his balance and he fell back on his feet. He wasn't even high enough to fall on his ass. He was feeling ridiculous and angry, he turned around to look at the angel.
Jezabel was kneeling on the floor, her hands joined as if praying she was looking at him with a sweet smile on her lips.
“What the hell are you doing?” Kelpie said.
Jezabel frowned at the word but didn't let him notice.
“I'm praying to help you, of course,” she answered.
“Praying to help me,” Kelpie said.
“Yes, help you to do what ever you are doing,” she answered still smiling.
It was as if she was impermeable to anything around her and it was annoying Kelpie even more. She was so calm and smiling in the uncomfortable prison and he couldn't understand why, it was her first day, she should have been crying, yelling, hitting the door until her fist burst. But here she was, smiling, looking at him and praying.
“Well, you can stop right now, it's not helping and it's very disturbing,” Kelpie said, “and while you're at it, stop looking at me like I'm a clown that you have to save.”
“Praying is helping, praying is always helping,” Jezabel said.
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