and begins
to read. “Can you think of anywhere else?” He avoids looking at me
again.
“No,” I mutter,
biting down on the end of the pen.
“How about
friends of his?”
I try to think
about who my father socialized with. There were a few, mainly
partners in his law firm. I remember my mother groaning on and on
about how she hated having them and their wives over for dinner
parties. Although, I would always get a new dress, so I didn't
mind. I let out a deep sigh, we were the perfect family and now it
had turned out like this. My mother and father apart.
My whole
childhood had actually been a lie, a lie my father had hidden
pretty well up till now.
“Just a few
partners in his law firm” I mumble, feeling the sadness slice
through me.
“Write them,
down” he hands my list back to me. “Also, any other family members
you can think about.”
“He was an only
child!”
“Well, there
must be more” I can hear the irritation in his voice.
I slam the list
down. “I'm sorry. I don't know any of his connections in the
criminal world!”
“I'm glad you
don't” he hisses. “Maybe we should...” A knock at the door stops
him mid-sentence. I am relieved for the distraction really. When
he's close to me I find it hard to concentrate on anything.
I watch as he
strolls over to the door, opens it and pushes a silver cart into
the room. My appetite has managed to of evaporated and that sick
feeling has again taken its place.
Ayden wheels
the cart and places it before me. “Come on” his voice now a lot
calmer. “Eat and then we should call it a night.” Once again he
sits next to me and I make sure my eyes focus on the food before
me. I am little taken back as he has ordered my favourite, which is
weird as I never told him pasta dishes did it for me.
Reluctantly I
pick up a fork and tuck in. We eat in silence. The awkward tension
is thick in the room. How did it get to this? I always found Ayden
easy to talk too. My heart sinks and I put my fork down. I can't
manage to eat anymore. A shower and bed sound perfect now.
“Oh Jen,” he
shakes his head. “You must eat.”
I want to throw
something at him. I wish he would stop telling me what I should do.
I have a feeling that this wasn't such a good idea now. I need some
alone time, I stand up, grab my wash bag and head to the bathroom –
slamming the door behind me. Finally alone, I feel I can breath. I
slump back against the door and fall to my knees. If on cue my
tears fall again, for my father, for what my mother went through
and for my love for Ayden.
During my
shower I make a decision just to get over it. I need to be strong
and can’t afford any distractions. Ayden will never be the person I
thought he was. My love for him is based on a lie. He is just here
to do his job and I am just here to find my father.
I lie down on
my bed and switch the TV on. Ayden is laid on his bed reading
something. I am going to try my hardest to remain civil and speak
my mind. Communication is an important factor on this trip and I
need to stop my stupid nodding responses.
Then why do I
find myself looking at him every now and then. God, I can be so
pathetic! Maybe during this trip I could get to know him all over
again.
“Feeling
better?” His words stop my thoughts and I turn in his direction. He
is lounging on his bed, his hands resting behind his head and his
eyes locked on mine.
“Yes, thank
you” I quietly reply, I force a smile on my face which he returns.
Wow, my heart almost leaps out of my chest. He is handsome and he
still has a weird affect on my body and mind. He moves off his bed
and kneels down before me. His dark eyes draw me in and his hand
gently resting on top of mine.
I can feel my
eyebrows raising a little, this is new? Every time I even attempted
physical contact with him, he would jump a mile. A little smile is
dancing across his mouth and I have a funny
to read. “Can you think of anywhere else?” He avoids looking at me
again.
“No,” I mutter,
biting down on the end of the pen.
“How about
friends of his?”
I try to think
about who my father socialized with. There were a few, mainly
partners in his law firm. I remember my mother groaning on and on
about how she hated having them and their wives over for dinner
parties. Although, I would always get a new dress, so I didn't
mind. I let out a deep sigh, we were the perfect family and now it
had turned out like this. My mother and father apart.
My whole
childhood had actually been a lie, a lie my father had hidden
pretty well up till now.
“Just a few
partners in his law firm” I mumble, feeling the sadness slice
through me.
“Write them,
down” he hands my list back to me. “Also, any other family members
you can think about.”
“He was an only
child!”
“Well, there
must be more” I can hear the irritation in his voice.
I slam the list
down. “I'm sorry. I don't know any of his connections in the
criminal world!”
“I'm glad you
don't” he hisses. “Maybe we should...” A knock at the door stops
him mid-sentence. I am relieved for the distraction really. When
he's close to me I find it hard to concentrate on anything.
I watch as he
strolls over to the door, opens it and pushes a silver cart into
the room. My appetite has managed to of evaporated and that sick
feeling has again taken its place.
Ayden wheels
the cart and places it before me. “Come on” his voice now a lot
calmer. “Eat and then we should call it a night.” Once again he
sits next to me and I make sure my eyes focus on the food before
me. I am little taken back as he has ordered my favourite, which is
weird as I never told him pasta dishes did it for me.
Reluctantly I
pick up a fork and tuck in. We eat in silence. The awkward tension
is thick in the room. How did it get to this? I always found Ayden
easy to talk too. My heart sinks and I put my fork down. I can't
manage to eat anymore. A shower and bed sound perfect now.
“Oh Jen,” he
shakes his head. “You must eat.”
I want to throw
something at him. I wish he would stop telling me what I should do.
I have a feeling that this wasn't such a good idea now. I need some
alone time, I stand up, grab my wash bag and head to the bathroom –
slamming the door behind me. Finally alone, I feel I can breath. I
slump back against the door and fall to my knees. If on cue my
tears fall again, for my father, for what my mother went through
and for my love for Ayden.
During my
shower I make a decision just to get over it. I need to be strong
and can’t afford any distractions. Ayden will never be the person I
thought he was. My love for him is based on a lie. He is just here
to do his job and I am just here to find my father.
I lie down on
my bed and switch the TV on. Ayden is laid on his bed reading
something. I am going to try my hardest to remain civil and speak
my mind. Communication is an important factor on this trip and I
need to stop my stupid nodding responses.
Then why do I
find myself looking at him every now and then. God, I can be so
pathetic! Maybe during this trip I could get to know him all over
again.
“Feeling
better?” His words stop my thoughts and I turn in his direction. He
is lounging on his bed, his hands resting behind his head and his
eyes locked on mine.
“Yes, thank
you” I quietly reply, I force a smile on my face which he returns.
Wow, my heart almost leaps out of my chest. He is handsome and he
still has a weird affect on my body and mind. He moves off his bed
and kneels down before me. His dark eyes draw me in and his hand
gently resting on top of mine.
I can feel my
eyebrows raising a little, this is new? Every time I even attempted
physical contact with him, he would jump a mile. A little smile is
dancing across his mouth and I have a funny
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