Seeking Deeply The End
Bev in NY:
great update Flid....damn Ethan is alive...What's with Keller ? i can't believe he did nothing or say anything....makes u wonder what's up with him...i hope u r wrong Aliwag...but if he knows how could he allow something to happen to his daughter ? These 2 men r starting to give me a headache...MEN !!!
flid:
Keller’s face stared at me from the rear view mirror as I began to pull away. I stopped, jamming my foot down on the brake pedal a little harder than I needed.
We stared at each other through our reflections. His face was so serious, his jaw squared firmly. It was rare for Keller to be stubborn, but right then, there was no other way to describe his expression.
I didn’t know whether to get out the car and run to him or sit and wait for him to come to me.
The sit and wait idea was probably the best option. I didn’t want to scare him off; I wanted him to come with me. I met him halfway and wound the window down, inviting him to come to me.
He looked down at his feet, shoved something in his pocket, and then made a move towards the passenger side. He sank down into the seat avoiding my gaze. What ever thoughts he was chewing over in his head, I had no clue as to what they were. I just wanted him to say something.
“Who is Robins father?”
But not that.
“What do you mean?” It was a stupid question. I knew exactly what he was asking, but god. I didn’t want to give him the answer. Not like this. There was a better time and place for this question.
He turned to me and for the first time his eyes looked at me, filled with determination. He wanted answers.
“Robins seven.” He said. “You left seven years ago and I know you didn’t make a habit of cheating on Mark.”
“Why are you asking me now? Of all times.”
“I just want to know whose daughter I am going to help save.”
“Will it make a difference?”
He looked away when I asked that and I hope it wouldn’t matter whose she was.
“No.” he said, his voice quieter and more like the Keller I knew.
I took a deep breath. There was no easy way to do this. He wanted to know and I had to tell him. “She’s yours.”
“Pardon me?”
“Robin. She is your daughter.”
He kind of smiled at me, as if he wasn’t sure whether to believe me or not. I waited for his reaction. I expected him to scream and shout at me, I know I would have and after all, he had every right to be p****d at me. I could have told him before, couldn’t I?
I nodded to reassure him that what I was saying was true and that he had heard me correctly.
His smile made his blue eyes sparkle, but he looked away as a tear escaped. “Thank you.” He said.
I reached over cautiously to touch him, pausing with my hand midair before going al the way and resting my hand on his shoulder.
He turned and faced me. He looked so lost as I searched his face. I wanted to pull him to me like a child. I wanted to show him that the bad monster had gone, but it hadn’t and it was waiting for us at Mark’s house. We were late.
He twisted round and stretched his arms out around me, pulling me into a hug, which was not an easy thing to do in a car.
“We have to go and save our little girl.” There I had said it out loud.
“Yes we do.” He said. “And we have to get Mark back for you.”
“Keller…”
“No Vanessa. Its ok. I love you, I always will, but you will always love Mark and I understand that. I’d like to say that I am sorry that Robin is mine and not his, but I cant. She’s the best thing you ever could have given me, but now we have to make sure everything ends up as it should be, and that means you with Mark.”
To say I was shocked was an understatement. I expected him to go up the wall. I know I would have if it had been the other way round.
The drive to Mark’s house was strange. I was tense and angry, yet I felt strangely calm. I think maybe having Keller there helped. He was like my rock sometimes.
I parked the car next to Mark’s in his driveway. If Ethan were here, then he would be expecting me, so b******s to sneaking.
If he’d managed to video me sleeping with Keller, that meant he probably had Keller’s house bugged and wired, so no doubt he had Mark’s just the same. Whether he heard us or not he would know I was coming.
All the curtains and blinds had been closed. We walked round the back of the house. Ethan might have been expecting me, but I wasn’t going to stand and politely ring the bell, waiting for him to answer like a loving uncle. Mark had French doors leading from the patio to the indoor pool. A full sheet of glass.
I grabbed hold of one of the patio chairs ready to throw it through the door. It would make a racket, but so what I wasn’t here to play nice.
Thankfully though Keller got in there first with his softly, softly approach. He tried the door first. It was unlocked. Set up? Probably.
The lights in the pool gave a soft blue glow to the room, they didn’t illuminate much, but I had enough light that I could see there was no one in the shadows.
Keller came up from behind me, he had his gun drawn. I had not heard him get it out. It was strange to see him armed like that.
He walked towards the entrance to the kitchen, his gun out in front of him and his other hand motioning for me to stay behind him. He walked half sideways half forward, god knows how he didn’t trip over his own feet.
The kitchen was like the pool room, empty. The only light coming from the cooker hood and the microwave clock, which wasn’t very bright.
“We search the downstairs first.” He whispered. “And then we go up. We stay together understand?”
I nodded.
“Is there a basement too this house?” he asked.
“I’m not sure. I don’t know the house that well.”
“Ok, we’ll assume for now there isn’t.”
Keller opened the kitchen door cautiously. It lead out into the hall which was just as dark as everywhere else. A soft light glowed at the top of the stairs. It was no bright than a child’s nightlight.
We both kept our eyes on it as we made our way past the foot of the stairs to the lounge door opposite.
I carried on staring up in the direction of the landing as Keller gently twisted the door handle. Something clicked in door handles mechanism and we both froze, our eyes fixed on the upstairs ready for someone to come down and investigate. The sound coming from my chest banged through my ears so loud that I was sure that that would disturb someone anyway.
Keller cringed as he tried the door again and pushed the door fully open. A vase lay in pieces in front of the fireplace. And my grandfathers coat lay in a crumpled heap on one of the chairs.
I rushed over to his coat, avoiding the glass.
“Vanessa.” Whispered Keller a little louder than I would have liked.
I raised my hand to shush him before picking the coat up fully. A small smeared red patch covered the tip of the collar. It wasn’t a lot, maybe from a nose bleed or something. I hoped.
The dining room and small study were just like the rest of the ground floor. Empty.
The only room that looked as if it had been used was the lounge, but apart from the coat and the smashed vase there was nothing there.
We both stopped at the foot of the stairs, staring up into the dim light. I couldn’t hear anything. There appeared to be no movement and no voices. It was as if the house was empty, but I didn’t believe that. Ethan was here, I could feel it.
I dared to move, slowly placing my foot on the bottom step. With the stairs being solid wood, I expected them to creak under my weight. Thankfully they didn’t.
We walked up slowly, side by side. Both still with our guns drawn.
We were three steps from the top. A shadow leapt and slammed into Keller, knocking him back down the stairs. Neither one of us had time to react. I heard his gun hit the polished floor just before he did.
Kimmers:
OMG FLID! I know you only just updated but i want another udpate!! To put me out of my misery! Why oh why do you always have to leave us on such cliff hangers?!
flid:
because it makes you come back for more ;)
kim:
NOOOOOO flid why did you have to kill him
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