Deadly Secrets. Part 22.

So the week is coming to a close and the new year is starting, time for a clean slate and all that. I personally have not made any New Years resolutions because lets face it, few of them, if any, are ever followed. I have some things I want to get done, but I’m not doing them because of the New Year, I’m doing them because I want to/they need to be done. I’m also not looking forward to the whole “What year is this?” confusion that is going to happen. Hopefully I’ll get used to 2013 a lot faster than 2012. Hell, I’m still having difficulty remembering what age I am and that changed three months ago!

Oh, also there was a problem with the emails (at least one that I know of ) of there being weird symbols where there shouldn’t be, sorry about that, I don’t know what went wrong and I hope it won’t happen again.

On with the show!


Part 1, Part 21

They were still watching movies when Diane came in, “Home already?” “Yeah, god I’m absolutely exhausted, I had to leave them off. They’re all still going. I don’t know if it’s because I wasn’t drinking or what, but Christ, I’m glad I’m home.” “There’s food in the oven if you’re hungry.” She leaned over and kissed Patrick, “You’re a star. Didn’t get anything to eat, no one was hungry and I didn’t want to slow them all down.” “That’s ridiculous, they wouldn’t have minded.” “I would have though.” Diane left the room and returned a few minutes later with a plate laden with food, “What are we watching?” “Just started The Fifth Element” “Awesome.” She ate her food quickly, then went and got some more. As she ate she drank water. They watched the movie mostly in silence but it was one they had all seen before. When the movie was ending Diane was dozing on the couch, she woke up long enough to drag herself upstairs and get into bed, Patrick soon joined her, but by the time he made it to the bedroom she was already fast asleep. He was glad she was still going out with her friends, it had been a worry of hers that once she became pregnant, and once the baby came, she wouldn’t have time to do anything but look after it and herself. He would have no problem letting her go out herself for nights out while he stayed home. It wasn’t that much of a big deal to him, he didn’t see most of his friends that often anyway. Most of them had moved far away and those that hadn’t were usually busy. He settled in beside her and ran through a mental list of what had to be done. The bed they had ordered was supposed to be arriving tomorrow, along with the mattress, once that arrived they’d be able to move Ariadne into the spare room. He wanted to try set up a meeting between her and her parents soon, after she was moved into the room, he might try the day after. Her parents hadn’t rang him yet, but he expected to hear from them soon enough. After a few moments he put the thoughts out of his mind and turned over, before long he fell into a deep sleep.

Diane slept much later than she intended, when she woke Patrick was already gone to work, she looked at the clock and groaned. She should have been up ages ago. She got out of bed and went to the shower. The bed was going to be arriving soon, she needed to look at least presentable when it arrived. She felt much better after the shower, she dressed in clean clothes then quickly stripped the bed sheets, she’d throw them in the wash now and they’d be done by tonight. Ariadne was in the kitchen when Diane walked in, the room smelling of French toast, “I made you breakfast, Patrick said you liked French toast.” “It’s my favourite.” “I wasn’t sure how you were doing with the whole morning sickness thing, so don’t feel obligated to eat it or anything.” “I’ve been fine actually, it’s been a breeze so far, just worried I’ll wake up and find it’s gone the complete reverse.” Ariadne scooped the bread onto a plate then set it on the table, there was already syrup out, beside the bread she placed two rashers. “Do you want tea or coffee or anything?” “Oh, I’m fine thanks, you’ve already done loads” “It was no bother, it was nice cooking again.” Diane sat down and began to eat, she took a few bites. “…I think this is the best French toast I have ever eaten.” “Thanks. It isn’t difficult to do at all, I just added some vanilla essence and cinnamon.” Diane added maple syrup to her plate, “It’s really, really good.” After she finished her food, Diane cleared away her plate, “The delivery guys are going to be here soon enough, they said they’d be here between two and three, but god only knows with deliveries. If you want you can just hang around here when they come in.” “I’m happy to help if you need it.” “It should be fine.”
They had gone up to the room together and cleared everything out of the way, there wasn’t too much clutter, but Diane thought they’d need some space. When they were done they returned to the kitchen and were drinking tea, Diane felt surprisingly tired from what little she had done. She had enjoyed going out, but she wondered if maybe she had over done it. She wasn’t even showing yet, not really, there was a slight bump there but it just looked like she’d a little extra pudge on her stomach. Once the bed was in she’d just relax for the rest of the day, go on the laptop and maybe buy some books online. Patrick could add the sheets to the bed and Ariadne could help set up her bed in the guest room. She felt a little guilty asking for help, after all she was a guest, but Diane knew Ariadne wouldn’t mind it. The doorbell rang. Diane stood and went into the hall, from where she sat, Ariadne listened to them talking, wondering how Diane did it. She had been told of what had happened in the house, she couldn’t imagine finding something like that and just continuing on, hell she couldn’t even imagine being able to open the door like that. Diane was probably stressed out by it, Ariadne hated this. Hated that she couldn’t just be normal, how many other people have problems opening the door? Diane’s doing it after what she’d been through and she shouldn’t be stressing herself. If she was normal she’d be able to help more. To do things. She heard people stomping up the stairs, and shouting to one another, calling out to twist it a little more to the left. Diane came into the kitchen. “God I can’t watch, it looks like they’ll kill themselves or something.” After a few moments she went out to check on them, they knew which room they were going to.

They bed was built much faster than Diane had expected, the men refused offers of tea and coffee, they brought the mattress up and stripped the plastic from it, then took the rubbish away. Last time they had ordered something it had just been dumped in the hall and delivery guys had left. She opened the windows in the bedroom to let some of the chemical smell dissipate, she didn’t know if it was the baby, but the stench of it was overpowering. The sheets were in the dryer and would be done soon, she was looking forward to sleeping on the new mattress, with clean sheets. Ariadne had been perfectly happy to help make the bed up, she was glad to be moving off the couch, at least now she didn’t feel like she was in the way of everyone. After they were done, Diane went to have a lie down, after a brief and tentative conversation, Diane was thrilled with Ariadne’s offer to cook dinner for them. With some money and the house key in her pocket, Ariadne left the house, intent on getting to the shops herself.

She felt weird and out of place in the shop, like everyone was looking at her. She rushed through getting everything, feeling exposed. It was probably the fastest she had ever shopped in her life. The worst part of it all was waiting at the till, the people standing around her, looking at her. She tried to look at the magazines that were on display but they held nothing of interest. After a few seconds, she grabbed a few and threw them on the conveyor belt, she had seen Diane reading similar ones before, it might make her feel a bit better. The cashier smiled at her briefly then started scanning the items. She left the shops a few moments later, feeling better than she had in the last few days, she could do it. She could get better. She let herself back into the house and after pausing for a second, she continued on to the kitchen, as far as she could tell Diane was still resting, she didn’t want to make too much noise in case Diane had fallen asleep. She put everything away and went into the sitting room, opening the door slightly and looking in, Diane was reading a book. “Sorry, I didn’t want to bother you, I’m back.” “Everything ok?” “Yeah, fine, hang on a sec.” She disappeared and returned a few moments later, she paused at the door, wondering if it had been a good idea after all, it wasn’t her money, she shouldn’t have been spending it. What if their money was tight, she would have just been wasting it. She went into the sitting room. “I picked up a few magazines for you, I thought they might make you feel better.” “Thanks.” Diane smiled, taking the magazines, when she was tired like this she did enjoy reading them.


About Alan James Keogh

I am a 26 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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