what was back then and what has now become. Unfortunately, I have to admit that this tragic end is a result of their own actions.
I am aware of the heavy presence of my father behind me. So once out in the hallway I pause to lean back against the wall; one, so that I can breath in some air that doesn't have the essence of death about it and two, to give him a chance to maybe explain a little more. I am not totally sure if I want to hear it, as I would much prefer to now forget about the entire situation. I appreciate that it is going to be hard, considering what has happened and what will have to happen in order to see Emelie sent away for the rest of her sad and sorrowful life.
“I doubt very much she will press charges against you for the assault. If she insists on it, we will sort it” I know exactly what he is referring to.
“Is that why you came when you did?” Looking into eyes that are indistinguishable to mine, I see an identical face to his reflected back in them. Age suits him well.
“Yes. We could hear what was going on and I didn't want you losing it too much in there. I understand why you reacted the way you did, I would have done the same had she been talking about your mother.”
I watch on as he drops his head in thought. I am guessing that both of us are thinking about the women that were and who are now, in our lives. Not that my father has met Isabel but, I am imagining he still has an understanding of what she means to me. Patting me on the shoulder, he coaxes me to walk away from the room.
“It's over now, go back to her son. I am guessing she'll be wondering where you are soon enough and you will need to be with her, as much as she needs to be with you. We can catch up over the weekend. I am staying in the UK for a little while longer yet.”
Retrieving my car keys from my back pocket, I take a moment’s pause. “Thank you dad, for everything.” I continue my way to the elevator and hear dad call out as I press the button.
“Isabel is a beautiful woman Marc, throughout, I should know as she has a lot of your mother's qualities in her and I know that you are good for each other.”
I have no need to ask how he knows this personal information about Isabel, as you already know, he is very good at his job.
Isabel
The coldness of the bed linen against my bare skin is what stirs me first of all and then the realisation that Marc isn't in the room either, I am now wide awake. I have a vague recollection of him being up and about earlier, but I must have been half a sleep still, as I cannot recall all of what he said or did. There is a steady stream of dawn sunlight coming through a gap in the curtains, so can surmise that it is still early morning, but very late for Marc not to be back in bed yet.
Sitting up, I wrap the bedding sheet around myself and then shift my wild bed hair from off my face. Reaching for my phone next to me, I see that there aren't any missed calls or text messages. I'd be lying to you and myself, if that didn't cause me to worry. I can totally see what Jackie went through now, when I didn't get back to her. Being only five thirty in the morning, I take a risk by just dressing in my night shirt, dressing gown and mule slippers, and venture downstairs to the lounge. Even though my memory of last night is still a bit muddy, I can faintly remember Marc saying something about coming down here to call his father. I hug myself, in the hope that there aren't any people in the reception as I approach it. The only noise I can hear, is that of the air conditioning, I know what you're thinking...air conditioning...in the UK! Yup! Fortunately we're having a really good summer this year and the temperatures have soared to a mighty 25 degree's! Hey, don't laugh, that's darn scorchio for England. Anyway, going back to what I'm doing. I am lucky in some respect, as the only people I see are
I am aware of the heavy presence of my father behind me. So once out in the hallway I pause to lean back against the wall; one, so that I can breath in some air that doesn't have the essence of death about it and two, to give him a chance to maybe explain a little more. I am not totally sure if I want to hear it, as I would much prefer to now forget about the entire situation. I appreciate that it is going to be hard, considering what has happened and what will have to happen in order to see Emelie sent away for the rest of her sad and sorrowful life.
“I doubt very much she will press charges against you for the assault. If she insists on it, we will sort it” I know exactly what he is referring to.
“Is that why you came when you did?” Looking into eyes that are indistinguishable to mine, I see an identical face to his reflected back in them. Age suits him well.
“Yes. We could hear what was going on and I didn't want you losing it too much in there. I understand why you reacted the way you did, I would have done the same had she been talking about your mother.”
I watch on as he drops his head in thought. I am guessing that both of us are thinking about the women that were and who are now, in our lives. Not that my father has met Isabel but, I am imagining he still has an understanding of what she means to me. Patting me on the shoulder, he coaxes me to walk away from the room.
“It's over now, go back to her son. I am guessing she'll be wondering where you are soon enough and you will need to be with her, as much as she needs to be with you. We can catch up over the weekend. I am staying in the UK for a little while longer yet.”
Retrieving my car keys from my back pocket, I take a moment’s pause. “Thank you dad, for everything.” I continue my way to the elevator and hear dad call out as I press the button.
“Isabel is a beautiful woman Marc, throughout, I should know as she has a lot of your mother's qualities in her and I know that you are good for each other.”
I have no need to ask how he knows this personal information about Isabel, as you already know, he is very good at his job.
Isabel
The coldness of the bed linen against my bare skin is what stirs me first of all and then the realisation that Marc isn't in the room either, I am now wide awake. I have a vague recollection of him being up and about earlier, but I must have been half a sleep still, as I cannot recall all of what he said or did. There is a steady stream of dawn sunlight coming through a gap in the curtains, so can surmise that it is still early morning, but very late for Marc not to be back in bed yet.
Sitting up, I wrap the bedding sheet around myself and then shift my wild bed hair from off my face. Reaching for my phone next to me, I see that there aren't any missed calls or text messages. I'd be lying to you and myself, if that didn't cause me to worry. I can totally see what Jackie went through now, when I didn't get back to her. Being only five thirty in the morning, I take a risk by just dressing in my night shirt, dressing gown and mule slippers, and venture downstairs to the lounge. Even though my memory of last night is still a bit muddy, I can faintly remember Marc saying something about coming down here to call his father. I hug myself, in the hope that there aren't any people in the reception as I approach it. The only noise I can hear, is that of the air conditioning, I know what you're thinking...air conditioning...in the UK! Yup! Fortunately we're having a really good summer this year and the temperatures have soared to a mighty 25 degree's! Hey, don't laugh, that's darn scorchio for England. Anyway, going back to what I'm doing. I am lucky in some respect, as the only people I see are
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