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should have chilled her
to the bone, instead made her head spin and released a feeling
that she had never before in her life felt.
She wanted to hear
more of it.
“You are not welcome here!” She thought the voice
said but although she knew it was right in front of her it
sounded as though it was a million miles away..
Although she saw no one, she could feel his hands on
her arms… very strong hands.
“I’m sorry. I won’t go upstairs if that is what you
want. I bought this house.
I need this house. I will share it
with you!I know that it was yours first but I just can’t leave. I
have nowhere else to go. You have to understand that, and it is
so beautiful here.” She felt tears welling up in her eyes now.
They were sad tears, tears of pain, tears of humiliation, and
tears from a feeling that she couldn’t explain all boiled into
one. Tears of anything and everything but fear.
“You are not welcome here!” The voice said again,
louder this time, with a slight Irish accent, and more annoyed it
seemed.
She swore she could picture teeth being clinched
together and she felt his grip tighten in anger as he spoke. He
let go of her when she grimaced, and she felt him move away
from her.
“What is your name? Mine is Drew. Drew Taylor.”
She said, rubbing her arms and trying not to cry. When she
didn’t get an answer she began to speak anyway.
“You don’t scare me you know. I would however, like
to respect your wishes. You have to respect mine too though,
and we have to lay some ground rules. I won’t go upstairs and
you stay out of my bedroom and bathroom whenever I am
indecent. I imagine that you came from a very proper time and
so I would appreciate it if you would respect the fact that I am
a woman and need my privacy.”
Still no answer.
“Well, I am going to bed. We can talk some
more in
the morning if you want.” She started to walk to the room
when he spoke to her again only much quieter and only slightly
annoyed this time.
“I said that you are not welcome here girl. We have
nothing more to talk about.”
“I heard you clearly eno
ugh, sir, and I am not going
anywhere.” She said, staring at the empty room before her then
turned back towards the hallway, lifted her chin and went to
her room.
She shut the door quietly and leaned against the
door as if it would keep him out. She wanted to cry for the first
time in a very, very long time. She wouldn’t let it out though.
She couldn’t.
It seemed that the tarot cards were coming true after
all. The wheel of fortune had brought her to this place and
though the house was everything she could have ever imagined
she knew she was a fool for ever thinking that it could be hers
and hers alone. As she listened to his footsteps pace over and
over again on the floor just above her, she drifted off to dream
again about the ballroom and the same handsome stranger with
the strong hands and the enchanting green eyes.
Chapter 3
The Hermit
What he wouldn’t give just to sleep as she did so
peacefully, so at ease with the world.
He had hurt her.
Probably emotionally just as much as physically and had only
meant to scare her. What he didn’t get was how he knew that
he hurt her pride more than anything.
She was a very strange girl. She wasn’t afraid of him
at least not of his touch or his voice he found out. In fact he
thought that he felt her ease when he spoke. Was he going to
have to show himself for the first time in order to get rid of
her? Did he even know how to do that?
Why had she wanted to talk to him again? What was
wrong with her? She should have been screaming and running.
She should have been terrified by the fact that she had a hostile
ghost in her existence. The truth was that he wouldn’t hurt a
fly unless it had it coming. Maybe she was able to sense that.
As he stood over her bed watching her he noticed again
how angelic, how innocent she looked. He imagined that she
was of at least twenty-five years yet she looked like a
to the bone, instead made her head spin and released a feeling
that she had never before in her life felt.
She wanted to hear
more of it.
“You are not welcome here!” She thought the voice
said but although she knew it was right in front of her it
sounded as though it was a million miles away..
Although she saw no one, she could feel his hands on
her arms… very strong hands.
“I’m sorry. I won’t go upstairs if that is what you
want. I bought this house.
I need this house. I will share it
with you!I know that it was yours first but I just can’t leave. I
have nowhere else to go. You have to understand that, and it is
so beautiful here.” She felt tears welling up in her eyes now.
They were sad tears, tears of pain, tears of humiliation, and
tears from a feeling that she couldn’t explain all boiled into
one. Tears of anything and everything but fear.
“You are not welcome here!” The voice said again,
louder this time, with a slight Irish accent, and more annoyed it
seemed.
She swore she could picture teeth being clinched
together and she felt his grip tighten in anger as he spoke. He
let go of her when she grimaced, and she felt him move away
from her.
“What is your name? Mine is Drew. Drew Taylor.”
She said, rubbing her arms and trying not to cry. When she
didn’t get an answer she began to speak anyway.
“You don’t scare me you know. I would however, like
to respect your wishes. You have to respect mine too though,
and we have to lay some ground rules. I won’t go upstairs and
you stay out of my bedroom and bathroom whenever I am
indecent. I imagine that you came from a very proper time and
so I would appreciate it if you would respect the fact that I am
a woman and need my privacy.”
Still no answer.
“Well, I am going to bed. We can talk some
more in
the morning if you want.” She started to walk to the room
when he spoke to her again only much quieter and only slightly
annoyed this time.
“I said that you are not welcome here girl. We have
nothing more to talk about.”
“I heard you clearly eno
ugh, sir, and I am not going
anywhere.” She said, staring at the empty room before her then
turned back towards the hallway, lifted her chin and went to
her room.
She shut the door quietly and leaned against the
door as if it would keep him out. She wanted to cry for the first
time in a very, very long time. She wouldn’t let it out though.
She couldn’t.
It seemed that the tarot cards were coming true after
all. The wheel of fortune had brought her to this place and
though the house was everything she could have ever imagined
she knew she was a fool for ever thinking that it could be hers
and hers alone. As she listened to his footsteps pace over and
over again on the floor just above her, she drifted off to dream
again about the ballroom and the same handsome stranger with
the strong hands and the enchanting green eyes.
Chapter 3
The Hermit
What he wouldn’t give just to sleep as she did so
peacefully, so at ease with the world.
He had hurt her.
Probably emotionally just as much as physically and had only
meant to scare her. What he didn’t get was how he knew that
he hurt her pride more than anything.
She was a very strange girl. She wasn’t afraid of him
at least not of his touch or his voice he found out. In fact he
thought that he felt her ease when he spoke. Was he going to
have to show himself for the first time in order to get rid of
her? Did he even know how to do that?
Why had she wanted to talk to him again? What was
wrong with her? She should have been screaming and running.
She should have been terrified by the fact that she had a hostile
ghost in her existence. The truth was that he wouldn’t hurt a
fly unless it had it coming. Maybe she was able to sense that.
As he stood over her bed watching her he noticed again
how angelic, how innocent she looked. He imagined that she
was of at least twenty-five years yet she looked like a
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