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Ice, Chapter 1 |
| Written by Jessica | |
| Wednesday, 04 June 2008 | |
The Journy is going to be long, even with George, my husband, to keep me company; Are my friends calling me crazy behind my back, for wanting to escape down south? I know very little french and yet the whole idea seems perfect. I need to escape the constant reminder that I once had it all. I am packing the last things into my bag, the eerie dark of the bag like my head, the leathery smell making me sick. George says that I cannot bring anymore than this, he says that I should pack only my useful things and not the things that are close to my heart, like this necklace that hangs around my neck. I cannot leave this. George is waiting for me downstairs, he said that he would wait. I would not leave my home for anybody but him. I am in the passenger seat of our Volvo V70 and this is making me uncomfortable; I always drive, don't I? Why is George insisting on driving the whole way when he has confided in me that he did not consider himself a confident motorist? Did he want me to drive, and if so, Why not ask? "Do you want me to drive now, honey?" I am asking him, unable to keep a slight edge out of my voice, "You look tierd..." George has brung the Volvo to a screeching halt, the tires groaning on black ice. The look upon his face as he is turning to mee resembles nothing that I have seen before. "No, I don't want you to drive." he has paused, hopefully only for a second or two. He is breathing deep and slow, as if after a race. His hands are clenching around the black leather stearing wheel so tight that his knuckles are turning as white as the snow around us. He is almost glaring at me, meeting my gaze via his mirror, as if checking that I am not a voice in his head, "I know a quicker way." says he as he is bringing the car to halt outside a brick wall with a small door in the centre. "Where are we?" I am curious, truly curious, as to what he has in mind for me. All there is is silence around me now as he takes a black, metal, key out from the pocket inside his leather jacket. He is glancing sideways at me as he turns the key to the left in the lock, but his gaze has returned to the door that he is now pushing open so that his face is half highlighted by the brightness outside my cell. "It's a suprise," he says lightly as he holds me close and walks me in through the solid oak door that creaked eerily as it shut behind us, "You'll enjoy it, I hope, Sienna." I thought I heard him I don't recognise the scene around me as he leads me further into a maze of brick walls, George's thick arm wrap tightly around my waste as he leads me further into the shadows that were a blanket, comforting me whilst also smothering me.
I knew that we had only been walking for a couple of minutes, but my legs argued that I had been pulled along for hours. It felt like hours; time always seems to drag when you are hyperaware of your surroundings... the stone of the walls around me caused my heart to sink and I wondered if this was another one of the gothic clubs that he had taken me to once before... "Where are we?" I ask, in a voice that was full of the sudden fear that I felt now that we were truly alone; in this maze I could not imagine anywhere more deserted, or more quiet. "We're not there yet." he spoke quickly, as if he was afraid the words he was trying to speak would escape him if he stopped to take a breath. I could not decide what to say next, the way he spoke made it clear that anything I said would be irrelevant. This cut me more that I let on, what was with with the hostility?
Copyright 2008 Jessica |
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