Deadly Secrets. Part 19.

So last night I went to see a play, James Joyce’s The Dead by Frank McGuinness, which was much better than I expected, mostly because I am not a fan of Joyce at all and while the story itself wasn’t bad, I didn’t really enjoy it all that much. The play was far better in my opinion. It was very enjoyable, it’s on in The Abbey theatre in Dublin at the moment and I advise anyone that’s around the area to check it out.

That’s pretty much it! My weekend will most likely be boring and filled with work, I have a ton of editing I want to get done, as well as that thing for college for the incoming Writer in Residence.

Also, I’m currently loving this song and this one by Bastille, best when listened to in tandem, quite liking Other Peoples Heartbreak (part 1 & 2) you can get them from Bastilles own site for free, you can’t lose!

On with the show!

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Part 1, Part 18

Patrick looked at the phone, then picked it up. It needed to be done. He wasn’t looking forward to this at all. It would be complicated and messy. Diane had thought Ariadne was a little off and probably still in shock, but besides that she judged Ariadne as being trustworthy. They had talked about it for a while before going to bed, talking in whispers, like children staying up late. Ariadne must have known that they had discussions about her, but that didn’t mean they wanted her to hear what they were saying, even if it wasn’t anything bad or mean. Diane had given out to him for not ringing Ariadne’s parents, he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. He tried to tell her he was busy, that he forgot, but the excuses sounded lame, even to him, they both knew he just didn’t want to deal with it. It was strange, for someone who dealt in giving people bad news, he couldn’t bring himself to deliver what could be the best news the Preston’s would have had in a long time. They agreed that they needed to sort out the bedroom quickly, especially if Ariadne was going to be living in the house for a few more days, she couldn’t stay on the couch for much longer, it wasn’t fair. Ariadne still seemed hesitant to meet her parents, she had woken briefly and had eaten dinner before she went back to sleep. Patrick understood her reluctance but he was eager to get a meeting organised sooner rather than later. The longer it was put off the harder it would be for her, she would be too nervous, she’d build up too much expectations with it. He put the phone down again, snapped out of his thoughts. He took a sip from his glass of water, than took a bite from his sandwich. He had taken his lunch break in the office, trying to convince himself to ring them. It had to be done today, he didn’t want to have to face Diane again. She wouldn’t shout or yell, but she’d get that look, the look that always made him feel so guilty. She wouldn’t have to say anything, he knew what he had done was wrong or stupid. He swallowed the food, then picked up the phone, before he could stall any longer he dialled the number and the phone started ringing.

“Hello, you’ve reached the Preston’s, we’re not in right now, leave your name and number and we’ll get back to you.” Fuck. “Hi, it’s Patrick Jones, I have some news regarding Ariadne, I’m going to try the other number you gave me, if I can’t get you there feel free to ring me when you get this message,” He listed his home number and his personal mobile number. He hung up, then started dialling the second number. They better answer this time. He always hated leaving messages, people always rang back at the most inopportune times.

“Hello?” “Hi, Jack? It’s Patrick Jones.” “What can I do for you?” “Well, I have some news about Ariadne s-” “Is she ok? Did something happen?” “No, she’s fine, don’t worry. She’s left The Lambs.” “How?” “She broke out of the compound a few nights ago, she was able to find my number. She’s safe, don’t worry.” “Can we see her?” “At the moment she’s still a bit shell shocked, I think she’s a bit nervous about seeing you, she doesn’t want to at the moment, I think that she might be a bit afraid, she seems to feel a little ashamed about her time in The Lambs…Hello? Jack? Are you still there?” “Yeah, sorry, yeah I’m here. I just.” “I understand, it’s a little overwhelming.” “We were starting to lose hope…Are you sure there’s no way we could see her?” “If you want I can pass a message on to her, maybe we could arrange a phone call at first, she might be more comfortable with that.” “Yes, that would be great. Just tell her that we love her, that we’ll always love her, no matter what…and that we missed her.” “I‘ll pass it on to her.” “Thank you, thank you for saving her.” “I didn’t do anything, really, she saved herself.” “Martha, I have to tell Martha, she’ll be so happy.” “of course, I’ll let you go, I’ll ring you tomorrow and let you know how everything is going.” Jack thanked him a few more times before finally hanging up, Patrick put the phone down gently, it hadn’t been as bad as he expected. He let out a breath then took another bite of his sandwich, as he chewed he wondered why a phone call never occurred to him before. It would help break the ice and remove the fear from meeting them, after all she wouldn’t have to look at them and a phone call was easy to escape from.

Patrick was tired when he arrived home, Ariadne and Diane were eating dinner, talking about some movie. “There’s food in the oven for you.” “Cool, thanks.” He pulled out the plate and put it on the table, then he grabbed a glass and filled it with soft drink. He took a sip. As he ate, he told them of his day, “I talked to your dad today.” Ariadne looked down at her plate. “They wanted me to pass a message onto you,” he looked at Diane, feeling a little awkward, “He wanted me to tell you that they missed you and  they love you, that they always will. If you want I can pass on a message from you, but I had an idea. Maybe you could give them a call? It’ll be a little easier than a meeting. We can block the number on the phone so you can be sure that they won’t be able to arrive unexpectedly, I didn’t tell them where you are, so there’s no worry of that anyway.” She nodded. “That might be a good idea. When?” “Whenever you want. The sooner the better really.” He glanced at the clock. “It isn’t too late now if you want to ring them.” “Really?” “Yeah, sure, Me and Diane can go out if you want some privacy.” “No, that’s ok.” “Well, whenever your ready I can give you their number.” She nodded. “Can I have a few minutes first?” “Sure, take as much time as you need, you don’t have to ring them right away. I told your dad I’d ring them tomorrow to let them know what’s going on, they were really happy to hear that you were safe.” Patrick looked at his food, it was still half eaten. “Why don’t Diane and I go into the sitting room, I can finish my food in there and we can watch a bit of TV, it’s been a long day and if you want you can ring your parents.” Diane stood and started clearing off the table. When she was done she filled a glass with ice and grabbed the bottle of soft drink, then she disappeared. A moment later she returned and rifled through the cupboards, then she disappeared again, Ariadne had sat at the table the entire time, staring into space. Patrick stood and went into the sitting room, bringing his glass and plate, he set them down, then found a piece of paper and a pen. He quickly wrote down their number and went back into the kitchen, he placed the piece of paper in front of Ariadne then put the phone on top of it. “I’ve switched it over so the number won’t show up, they won’t be able to ring back.” She nodded. “Thank you.” “We’ll be inside, if you need anything let us know.” She nodded again, he wasn’t sure if she had heard him. He left the kitchen and went into the sitting room, Diane was rifling through DVD’s, “We had a bit of a movie day today, watched a few movies that came out recently.” She put one in the DVD player, then turned up the volume on the TV. “I figure the louder the better, at least for tonight.” Patrick nodded. She’d need privacy for the phone call.

The movie was just ending when Ariadne came into the sitting room, her eyes were red and puffy. “Sorry for kicking you out of the kitchen. I’m done now.” “How did it go?” “Ok I think. I ‘m not sure. It was better than I thought.” Patrick wondered if she had actually called, he’d find out tomorrow though. “That’s good. It’s still early, do you want to watch a movie?” “Sure, I don’t think I could sleep right now.” “Want some chocolate?” Diane shook a box of malteasers at her, “Sure.”

Patrick decided what movie they would watch, it took him a few minutes, he didn’t want to put on anything upsetting or anything involving kidnapping or torture, they all seemed like touchy subjects. He found one and put it on. Ariadne was thankful of the distraction, she was tuning in and out of the movie, she kept thinking back on the phone call, there had been lots of tears on everyone’s parts. She was glad it had been over the phone, she didn’t think she could deal with that in public. Diane and Patrick didn’t pry either, she was relieved that they hadn’t asked her too many questions, she knew they’d want to know how it went, they had a right to know, after all they were pretty much supporting her at the moment. She’d tell them, but she wanted some time to process it all first. It had been a lot.

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About Alan James Keogh

I am a 24 year old writer who somehow tricked U.C.D. into giving me not only a degree in English and Classical studies, but an Hons Masters in Creative Writing too. Visit my blog where I post short stories twice a week (Monday and Wednesday) and an installment of a serialised novel on Fridays. I did consider writing this in the third person, as though it was written by someone else, but Alan is not comfortable writing in the third person as it seems kinda creepy and unbalanced so Alan decided it was probably best to write in the first person. He hopes it went well for him.
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