She got home to find that Gabriel had taken Deborah out. She knew that he will have taken her to their friends' house where they had planned that she would stay till she got back from the party. She did not know what she could have done without Gabriel.She hated hiding her daughter away like that but the party was not really for kids, though apart from obvious reasons, she still would have taken her there so that her former colleagues could see her but she dared not.The telephone was ringing, bringing her back to the present to notice that the room had darkened around her. There was only the orange glare of the street lights, softening the furnitures into unknown shadows.She picked up the telephone, still lost in memory, her hands shaking in case it was Bryan, it wasn't.'How about dinner tonight?' Oliver's voice travelled down the line, making her jump.'Oliver...' she was confused for a moment before the invitation sank in.'Sharon, are you okay?''Yes,yes, of course', she snappe
They arrived too soon, though the house was some distance from London.Gabriel pulled off the road through high wrought iron gates, flanked by huge stone lions and down a rhododendron -- line drive.It had been so long since Sharon came here. It still looked the same.Her joy was that David was alright now and there was no threat to his life anymore. He had taken the therapy seriously and the tests had kept improving like he kept telling her because she had insisted in being updated regularly. She had not wanted him to think that her leaving meant that she was neglecting him.Gabriel packed next to a green Rolls Royce, smiling wryly as he pulled to a halt.The front house was lined with rows of cats. The imposing front door was wide open, the warmth of light and music spilling out into the silent night.Sharon slipped out of the car, pulling her cape tighter around her body. It was colder here. She stood looking around, not wanting to go inside, glad that Gabriel was still locking the
Over a year after she had left Bryan and the bank to find peace away from his taunting and disturbances, long after Gerhard's death, she and Brenda had bumped into each other in town. Brenda had snubbed her with obvious deliberate anger.Hurt at such hostility when they had been such friends, Sharon had caught up with her and demanded to know what the problem was.Brenda had been very forthright and Sharon had remembered every word.'Are you trying to tell me that you really don't know?' Brenda had said coldly And when Sharon had protested, she had continued, ' Look, I don't want anything to do with you. I can't forgive you for what you did to Bryan. You are a cold two +- timing bitch!''What I have done to Bryan?' Sharon had echoed stunned but she had obviously been talking to herself because Brenda had already walked away.It had hurt alot at the time. Brenda had obviously not known the details of her affair with Bryan. Perhaps that was a good thing because she idolized Bryan after
'Dance with me, then', Bryan suggested to Sharon smoothly.With Brenda looking on, obviously unaware of the tension between them, there was nothing she could do.In furious silence, she allowed him to lead her to the dance floor, where as if by order, the fates the fates working against her, the music changed to a slow lilting waltz. She went into his arms stiffly, her heart pounding as he held her.'Did you arrange this?' she demanded under her breath, taking her anger with herself out on him.He laughed. 'What do you think?''It wouldn't surprise me one little bit', A tremor ran through her as his hands brushed the bare skin of her back. His fingers were long, tanned, very strong and their gentle touch brought the memories flooding back again.She allowed her own hand to move slightly to his shoulder, surprised to feel the tensing of his muscles beneath the expensively cut cloth of his jacket.Looking up into his eyes,their eyes met, holding. His were narrowed, coolly mocking, givin
Bryan refused to let go off her. 'You are not running away again', he said darkly holding her still against all her struggles.Sharon glared at him with wild bitter eyes. 'I am going home now. I've had enough of this damned pretense'.Bryan smiled lazily, though his eyes were dark and cold. 'Really? You surprise me', he drawled softly.'I don't know what you mean', she said frightened by the quiet menace in his voice, by the punishing grip that shackled her in this deserted conservatory.'So sweet, so innocent. I could almost believe you -- if I didn't know you better', his contempt flayed her.'You don't know me at all', she bit out.'And if you don't let me go, I'll scream'.Bryan laughed, derision glittering in his eyes. 'You'd better know it now that I have no intention of letting you go. You belong to me-- you always have, you always will. And you can run and hide from the fact all you want but it won't change a thing. Have you noticed how you tremble with desire when I come close
Sharon couldn't sleep at all that night. She kept pacing around her room. She was careful though not to wake her sleeping daughter. She was almost jealous of her daughter, sleeping peacefully and not besieged by the troubles of the world like she was, in this case, the troubles of the heart.Her mind was moving round in circles, a core of aching desire still pulsing inside her.Why had she gone to the party? Why? It might have saved her pride but that was no comfort to her now.She could have made some excuses. She could have stayed at Cor fun as they had planned, met David at some later date, apologised and given him his present. She knew he would have understood and as for Brenda, she could have cooked up an excise of being held at work.She could have avoided the party totally and avoided meeting Bryan again.She traced the bruised line of her lips with her fingers, her heart constricting with pain. Oh God, she wanted him so much. She had been running for so long, she had forgotten
The client owned a number of exclusive boutiques all over the North of England and Oliver would have come himself had he not been tied up with the chairman of the London shops.And so with the ground work completed and Mr. Kimkim definitely interested, Sharon left his house at a little after five o' clock'. At the gate, she pulled to a halt, undecided as to what she should do. The sky was dark and it was snowing and she knew that if she wanted to get home that night, she had to be heading towards the motorway.A sudden loneliness griped her. Inside the warm cocoon of the car, she was safe from the world. She thought if Bryan, his hard face riding up in her mind's eye and felt like crying.She was tired of being alone. She was tired of being unloved. Even her daughter needed the love of her father. For how long would she deny her that due to her own vengeful tendencies? Was it her fault that she was brought into the world? She knew that there were children of single parents who turn ou
Sharon woke with a start about two hours later sure that something had woken her. She was cold and the darkness frightened her as she lay, her ears straining against the silence. The fire had gone out, the room chilled again.She heard footsteps outside the front door. Footsteps muffled by the snow. She swallowed,unable to move, her heart pounding loudly in her ears. There was someone outside.She couldn't see but she could hear the slight creaking of the door handle as it was being turned. Had she locked it? She couldn't remember bit she must have done it because the door couldn't open and she let out her breath on a long high - pitched sigh.She sat up trying to pull herself together. She didn't want to be lying on the couch if there was an intruder outside. She felt vulnerable,weak and nervous and she nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard the banging on the door.'Who is it? she shouted shakily.'Bryan, let me in'.Laughing with relief, she ran to the door and opened the doo
Sharon called Gabriel to know where he was and he told her that he was in her house getting the food.'Get enough brooth as well. Bryan has woken from the coma and would soon ask for food and the best thing for him at the moment is brooth or something liquid'.'What did you say? Did you say that Bryan is alive, as in woken from his coma?' he asked incredulously.'That is what I said and I am very happy. Hurry up and get here and I shall tell you all the juicy details'.Next, she called David.'Devon was here and boasted if how she had succeeded in killing Deborah. Was she really able to take her from under your care?''Of course not. She was here but though she threatened me and some others with both a knife and gun, before she could even see my goddaughter, she was surrounded and ran off. That must be when she came to the hospital to threaten you too. But how did it go over there? She definitely did not succeed for you to sound so confident'.'Bryan is awake. You can bring Deborah and
Devon got a hold of some good clothes and dressed herself respectably with sun shades and went into the hospital and asked the receptionist where Bryan's wards was. She did well to shed a few years and with her handkerchief,dappled her face as though cleaning the tears from her eyes.The receptionist had heard of the man and the misfortune that had befallen him, so she felt pity for the beautiful lady and gave her directions and Devon was very profuse in her thanks.Sharon had received a call earlier by her servants of Devon's visit and she thanked her stars that she had taken the right measures to protect her child especially when she heard the threats the servants suffered and how they had to lie to mislead Devon.'Let her go in search of us in Serville, the stupid girl', Sharon said and thanked them for their loyalty.She was shocked to see a lady come into the ward just as the doctors stepped out.She looked so different that Sharon did not recognize her at first. But that was unt
Devon went to Bryan's house and after careful survey, found out that both wife and children were not in the house. She came out fully to confront the servants whose loyalty was admirable. 'They travelled to Serville', they told her when they could no longer keep from speaking to her about their mistress and her daughter.'How can they go to Serville when Bryan is dying in the hospital?' she asked not believing a word they said. 'That was what we were told and who are we to doubt our mistress?'. She had threatened them with a knife and with the way her eyes were glinting, they were sure they were facing their eminent death but she changed her mind and left and when they spied from the window and saw that she had really gone, they heaved a sign of relief.The next thing they did was to call their mistress to intimate her that her premonition that Miss Devon was going to come to the house had been right and all that had transpired.Devon thought hard and decided to look in on David bef
When they got to the hospital, Sharon could not wait anymore. She was overtaken by an impatience brought on by desperation.She asked for directions to Bryan's ward and was shown the way to the place.As soon as she saw Bryan and with the cast on his neck, extending to his shoulders, she broke down in tears. Bryan was very pale and looked like he was not breathing and then there was this quinzy breath as though something was stuck in his respiratory system. He looked far worse than she had expected.She fell on her knees beside his bed weeping. Gabriel cautioned her to take it easy before she injured herself and the baby. She was inconsolable.'What will I do Gabriel? What if he does not survive this? Can you see the magnitude of the wound?'Gabriel nodded and though he was sceptical, he still offered words of consolation. 'You do not know that, do you? Someone the doctors have written off had eventually come to life or had you not heard of such scenarios?'Sharon had. David was a cas
Sharon could not believe what she had just heard.'What are you talking about doctor? That Devon escaped and she is on her way to this place as we speak and that she did what toy husband?''Ma'am, I'm sorry but you see we are really occupied and very busy at the moment. I just took the time to get in contact with you because I felt that you should know'.'What happened to my husband dammit!' she yelled panicking. If Bryan was fighting for his life, then who was going to love and protect them from the devilish Devon?'The doctor kept silent. He understood that she was speaking out of fright but he still did not take kindly to swearing especially by women.Sharon realised that whatever be the problem, it couldn't have been the doctor's fault and she should not let loose her frustrations on him. If she wanted to get more details, then she had to be more civil irrespective of her feelings and disposition.'I am sorry, I didn't mean to speak to you that way but you see, I am pregnant and a
Bryan got to the office and quickly got started with the work that had piled up for him. He normally didn't allow work to pile this way because he was really very diligent with his work but the past few days had been hectic, with him looking for his daughter and almost going insane with worry and fear.Afterwards, he went into David's office and was glad he met him because he was on his way out.'How are they now? How is Deborah coping with the situation? Hope she isn't having nightmares?' he asked anxiously. Deborah was his god daughter after all.'How did you know about the nightmares?' Bryan asked surprised at how knowledgeable he was though he did not have his own children yet.'It is just common sense. A child who goes through what she had been through will definitely have nightmares for a while till she totally forgets about the experience'.'She actually had nightmares last night and had to sleep with us because she refused to go back to her room out of fear'.' You will have
Deborah refused to go back to her room that night. She was too scared and had to sleep in the large bed with her parents.In the early hours of the morning, she started thrashing the bed. 'No, no I can't come with you. You are a wicked woman. You are not my aunt. My aunt can't be as scary as you. Go. No, don't touch me....'Sharon and Bryan woke immediately and were shaking her awake.'Dint touch me. You hands are filthy'.'Deborah! Hon! Wake, you are dreaming'.She opened her eyes and saw her parents. She was confused for a moment and then the words of her parents seemed to penetrate. 'Dream... nightmare'.She hugged her mother. Then she went over to rest on her father's body.'Dad, it was horrible. I thought it was actually happening'.'It's okay, forget about it, it was just a foolish nightmare'.'It might be a nightmare, dad but it was not foolish. Not at all'.'Do you still remember the dream?' Sharon asked.'I do and it scares me'.'Well maybe if you spoke about it, it will not
Deborah got better and every one was happy. She told of her experiences. How the aunt had playfully carried her. She had seen her at her mother's wedding and had felt that she was friend or family. She had offered to call someone to attend her but she had refused and carried her, playing with her and somehow had got her to consume some form of medicine that made her feel weak and unable to play or speak and then the aunt had carried her away to somewhere and that was all she recalled because anytime she woke she gave her something to make her fall asleep again.Sharon could just imagine. That was why there was never a sound to signify that they had been in the attic for a while.Knowing that for those five horrible days, Deborah had been starved of love and affection. Sharon and her husband showered her with so much love that she felt very happy again. Bryan did not spare his love at all. He was always with her reading to her and making her feel loved at at home again. Sharon had to
After eating the little she could, Deborah slept again. Sharon did not want to force her to eat more than she could at that stage so that she would not be sick.She ate a little herself because while watching her daughter, she realised that she was famished. She had barely eaten all through that day due to her anxiety over Deborah.She went to have her bath as Bryan came out from the study red eyed and looking very tired.She had never seen anything affect him this way and for him to show this little sign showed that he was not as composed and as confident as he wanted all to think.He really loved his daughter and it had given him quite a scare to find that it was possible for his decision to make him lose her. And he was still faced with making the right decision for all and it was eating him up.Sharon felt pity for him. It could not be that easy. It must be very burdensome on his shoulders having to choose between his own family and his half sister he had hoped to help and cure.