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accomplish nothing
and I’ve spent enough of my time crying to never want to have to
again. Instead I took a walk through the garden and tried to push
everything from my mind. I still had an important task at hand and
now that I was free from my father’s chains I could rest easily. At
least that’s what I thought. My heart had a different story.
I stopped down by the end of the pond and took a
seat. I picked at the blades of grass, ripping them to shreds, and
throwing them into the pond. “You keep that up and you will be
replanting my grass tomorrow.” I let out a harsh laugh. Of course,
next to my father, she was the last person I wanted to deal with.
Deirdre took a seat next to me on the picky grass. I waited for a
lecture but it never came. Instead she surprised me by taking my
hand. “He will forgive you,” she said.
I turned to look at her, stunned by her kindness.
“I’m not so sure of that,” I replied. I tried really hard not to
lose it, but I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I cried. Deirdre
pulled me into her and I rested my head on her lap while my soul
wept. She didn’t speak. She just sat, with her arm around me while
I poured my heart out.
The quiet was soothing and the garden was relaxing.
Eventually I pulled myself together and sat up. I turned to her and
she just looked at me with sadness in her eyes. She wiped away my
leftover tears. “Princesses don’t cry,” she winked. Before I could
comment she started to stand. “Time for bed.”
I looked at my watch. “It’s like seven thirty?” She
narrowed her eyes, showing me the Deirdre I knew. “Okay,” I said,
getting up to help her. She slipped her arm through mine as I
helped her walk back to the house. “Um, Deirdre? I just wanted to
say thank you.”
She gave me a slight smile before her normal scowl
returned. “You complain too much.”
“What?” I said, looking at her confused as hell. “How
was that complaining?” She ignored me and went back into the house.
I just shook my head. I was slowly learning with Deirdre not much
of what she says makes any sense. Now I knew where Tristan got it
from.
Everyone else was in the living. When I entered they
all turned to me expectantly. “I think it’s safe to say we can
check back into a hotel,” I told them.
“You don’t have to. You can stay here,” Josef said.
The look on his face said he didn’t want us to leave.
“That you, but we couldn’t impose.”
“You’re not imposing,” he said with a slight plea in
his eyes.
“Josef,” Caleb put a kind hand on his arm.
“Thank you so much for everything you’ve done for us.
I don’t know how I could ever repay you.”
“Just bring my grandson back,” Caleb smiled, giving
me a gentle hug.
“I will do whatever it takes to find him,” I
promised.
We gathered our things, said our goodbyes, and headed
out to the car. Since my dad knew where we were there was no point
in hiding anymore. It was safe to go back to a hotel. Plus I could
not take another night of getting beat up by Josie or sleeping on
that couch.
I was the first to wake in the morning. Since it was
early I decided to let everyone else sleep. I went downstairs to
get some breakfast. I sat in the little café, waiting for my food,
and stared out the large glass windows. After the waiter refreshed
my orange juice, I took out my phone and placed it on the table. I
knew I would have to do it eventually and the longer I waited the
worse it would get. I sat there and stared at it as if it was a
ticking time bomb. Before I lost all nerve, I picked it up, and
listened to my voicemails. The first one was from Riley.
Ella , where are
you? Billy and Josie are gone and so are Cameron and Dean, but I’m
pretty sure they’re with you. I’m sorry about everything that
happened and can understand why you would want to leave, but
running away from your problems is not going to help. I’m sorry I…I
didn’t mean to lecture…I just…What I’m trying
and I’ve spent enough of my time crying to never want to have to
again. Instead I took a walk through the garden and tried to push
everything from my mind. I still had an important task at hand and
now that I was free from my father’s chains I could rest easily. At
least that’s what I thought. My heart had a different story.
I stopped down by the end of the pond and took a
seat. I picked at the blades of grass, ripping them to shreds, and
throwing them into the pond. “You keep that up and you will be
replanting my grass tomorrow.” I let out a harsh laugh. Of course,
next to my father, she was the last person I wanted to deal with.
Deirdre took a seat next to me on the picky grass. I waited for a
lecture but it never came. Instead she surprised me by taking my
hand. “He will forgive you,” she said.
I turned to look at her, stunned by her kindness.
“I’m not so sure of that,” I replied. I tried really hard not to
lose it, but I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I cried. Deirdre
pulled me into her and I rested my head on her lap while my soul
wept. She didn’t speak. She just sat, with her arm around me while
I poured my heart out.
The quiet was soothing and the garden was relaxing.
Eventually I pulled myself together and sat up. I turned to her and
she just looked at me with sadness in her eyes. She wiped away my
leftover tears. “Princesses don’t cry,” she winked. Before I could
comment she started to stand. “Time for bed.”
I looked at my watch. “It’s like seven thirty?” She
narrowed her eyes, showing me the Deirdre I knew. “Okay,” I said,
getting up to help her. She slipped her arm through mine as I
helped her walk back to the house. “Um, Deirdre? I just wanted to
say thank you.”
She gave me a slight smile before her normal scowl
returned. “You complain too much.”
“What?” I said, looking at her confused as hell. “How
was that complaining?” She ignored me and went back into the house.
I just shook my head. I was slowly learning with Deirdre not much
of what she says makes any sense. Now I knew where Tristan got it
from.
Everyone else was in the living. When I entered they
all turned to me expectantly. “I think it’s safe to say we can
check back into a hotel,” I told them.
“You don’t have to. You can stay here,” Josef said.
The look on his face said he didn’t want us to leave.
“That you, but we couldn’t impose.”
“You’re not imposing,” he said with a slight plea in
his eyes.
“Josef,” Caleb put a kind hand on his arm.
“Thank you so much for everything you’ve done for us.
I don’t know how I could ever repay you.”
“Just bring my grandson back,” Caleb smiled, giving
me a gentle hug.
“I will do whatever it takes to find him,” I
promised.
We gathered our things, said our goodbyes, and headed
out to the car. Since my dad knew where we were there was no point
in hiding anymore. It was safe to go back to a hotel. Plus I could
not take another night of getting beat up by Josie or sleeping on
that couch.
I was the first to wake in the morning. Since it was
early I decided to let everyone else sleep. I went downstairs to
get some breakfast. I sat in the little café, waiting for my food,
and stared out the large glass windows. After the waiter refreshed
my orange juice, I took out my phone and placed it on the table. I
knew I would have to do it eventually and the longer I waited the
worse it would get. I sat there and stared at it as if it was a
ticking time bomb. Before I lost all nerve, I picked it up, and
listened to my voicemails. The first one was from Riley.
Ella , where are
you? Billy and Josie are gone and so are Cameron and Dean, but I’m
pretty sure they’re with you. I’m sorry about everything that
happened and can understand why you would want to leave, but
running away from your problems is not going to help. I’m sorry I…I
didn’t mean to lecture…I just…What I’m trying
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