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EleanorWhen I arrived at Brent’s home, I stood by the cast iron gate and dialed his number.“I’m here,” I said and instantly I was granted access.He answered the door, dressed in nothing but a pair of dark slacks. They had been hastily thrown on, the button was stillundone, revealing the light dusting of hair on his groin.I couldn’t take my eyes off it. How I had missed him. I pulled my gaze up to his, and saw the remorse in his eyes.“I’m sorry, Eleanor ,” he said.I nodded and walked into the apartment. I stood in the middle of the living room.“Do you want a drink, or are you hungry?” he asked.I shook my head. I still didn’t know how I was going to ask him about his brother. Perhaps my aloofness and silence would guilt him enough to respond to me the way I wanted but I was aware that I was treading on dangerous ground.Brent Lucan was not a man to be easily toiled with“I was on a day trip to Edinburgh,” he said. “And I just returned. I was about to take a shower. Will you wai

Eleanor. In the train home, I began to shudder.All I could hear was the whizz of the train as it sped past the stations and the cranking of the mechanism underneath.Every time the hydraulics hissed to pull the door open, I gazed at the influx and exit of people without seeing anything. A crippling suspicion had taken a hold of me from the moment I had left Brent’s home.But it couldn’t be possible.Maddie had brought it up the previous day. At that time, I thought she was being silly. Pulling up my phone again I searched different sites for the early symptoms of pregnancy and was hit with all my current symptoms. My breasts were swollen and tender and I was beginning to spot. All of these however had been the usual symptoms before my periods for as long as I could remember. What was new however, was the constant exhaustion, the fainting spell the previous night, and vomiting.It was easier to believe that it was triggered more by Brent’s aloofness than what these damn sites were po

Eleanor I kept my little secret to myself all day.Now it was late evening and I was in front of the stove, two sausages sizzling in olive oil, and two slices of bread toasting nearby. It had been incredibly hard and discouraging to work up an appetite for anything, as the faintest of smells triggered the most infuriating bouts of nausea.The excuse I had given my mother as to why I was suddenly home was that I was suffering from exhaustion and I neededa rest because I had a big presentation coming up at work.She had accepted the excuse without qualms.She was the last person who could know about my condition. At the same time, I realized she was the one that it would bemost difficult to hide it from. The toast dinged it's completion so I headed over to retrieve the browned slices.Just then however, the doorbell rang. Eyeing my sausage and judging it a few minutes away from done, I hurried from the kitchen to the door. I pulled it openBrent Lucan was standing before me.I reacte

Eleanor. I was awoken by Maddie’s text later that evening.Are you in love with him?I gazed at the message. As I was contemplating even responding to it, another one came in.Your mom called me.She says your door is locked.You might not want to talk right now but call me soon. Please.My debating came to an end then. I picked up the phone and called my best friend.Her voice was careful and soft as she picked it up. “Your mom is livid. I’ve never ever seen her like that before.”“Me neither,” I responded. “Did she tell you everything?”“She did. I won’t berate you yet for keeping it from me, but you can be sure that is coming.”Somehow, I smiled. “Yeah?”“Yeah, I imagine you’re already so upset right now.”I breathed deeply.“Why are you hesitating?” she asked.A long time passed before I could respond,“I want the baby, Maddie.”“Why?”“Because it’s mine,” I sobbed.“Do you want me to come over?”“No,” I said quickly. “The phone is better.”“Do you want to be with him?”“I do, bu

Eleanor"He can no longer feel any pain.”I didn’t have a word to say, so I just watched him, my heart bleeding for the boy that he was. The image of him the dayhe had almost killed Liam in their home came to mind and more than before I could understand the pain, I had seen inhis hollow eyes, and the fury in his trembling hands. Right now, he was a grown man, fully confident but bearingwounds that only a few knew about and even fewer could understand. My heart hurt with the need to soothe it all away, but I knew that it could never happen. The wounds ran too deep, and had so molded him into whom he had become.With a crumbling heart, I lowered my head and spoke with my heart, “What I want, Brent, is you.” The moment the words fell from my lips, I dropped my head at the complete vulnerability. “These words are not enough,” my voicebroke. “I want you, your wounds, your arrogance, your passion, everything that you are. Is that an impossible request?”“No. It isn’t.”I raised my head