Buying The Virgin Part 1-3

Chapter 74: The Girl Who Came Back - Chapter Thirty

“Yes, it was all true. I’ve never lied to you about anything. There were just things that…. I couldn’t….”

I trail away…. my supply of words exhausted.

Richard looks at me under lidded eyes. “And in all that time, no-one queried you about the death of this man?”

I almost whisper. “No. And I never dared ask.”

“What was his name?”

“We just knew him as Supervisor Jenkins.”

“And this all happened, when?”

I count backwards. “Er… about nine years ago.”

“And you’ve told no-one about this since then?”

I shake my head.

My Master is staring at me. “Charlotte, why not? Didn’t you feel you could tell me? Didn’t you trust me enough? Or Michael?”

“Oh, I do trust you. I do. Both of you.… but…. but.… I tried, but the words wouldn’t come out. And it was sort of locked away in my head. I never thought about it if I could. Not until I saw that model of the City, and what was happening in my old neighbourhood… then it all started coming back….”

I stand up, gathering my nerves, still trying to control my breathing. Head held high, my chest heaving, I lock eyes with Haswell. “So, what happens now? Have I made myself too much of a nuisance at last? You want me to get my stuff and go?”

He regards me, over steepled fingers.

“No. I want you to call Michael and go with him. I need to talk with James here, make some phone calls.”

He addresses my Master. “You’ve been staying at the beach house?”

“Yes.”

“Get Michael to take her back there. I want to be able to say that I know where she is.”

My Master nods, silently, then calls Michael, talking to him urgently but quietly. Strain as I might, I cannot pick out their words.

Waiting for Michael to arrive, I sit sipping water. Haswell says nothing, simply tapping at his keyboard, reading his screen, occasionally glancing over at me.

up

quietly, trying to speak only to him. “Master, I’m sorry. I tried to tell you when you asked me at the site, but…. I couldn’t

quick glance my way, says nothing, I think trying to give us

compassion, anger, and frustration. “You picked a hell of a way to break your

at the floor, sipping my water,

Michael. He strides straight up to me, scoops me up under the

finally too much for me, and I

of here.” says my Master. “Take her to the beach house.

and, taking my hand, leads

to exit the office, my Master

happens now, I just want it to happen. I want

*****

say much, simply glancing at me occasionally, stroking

sea. Michael puts food in front of me. I don’t eat it, my stomach

night, my sleep is haunted, broken by

Run….

Run…. Where?

Anywhere…. Just run….

back…. Is he there….?

tumult of the City. Thousands of faces, all around me….

Run….

the traffic. Car horns blaring. Taxi drivers, screaming abuse

Keep running….

The knife!

still got the

The blade,

Dripping…

Run…….

“Charlotte…. Charlotte!”

wake, panting, sweating. There is a face over me in the dark, shaking me at

see the hurt, the bewilderment, in his eyes,

wrapping his arms around me, he rocks me

*****

take Charlotte out, up into the mountains. I think a change of air will be good for her. I’ll bring her back here afterwards. Is that

my hand. “Let’s

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