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Everyone in the room seemed to freeze for a moment – other than Mathew and the man who had come in with him.
Laurie’s mind flashed back to her father’s illness from the year before, and she shot a quick startled look at her sister, and her aunt, to see if their thoughts mirrored hers. Her Aunt Trudy gave her a quick warning shake of her head, almost imperceptible it was so slight and so quick.
She also quickly touched Iris’s arm, but Mathew stood up suddenly and strode across to her.
“What?” He demanded as he towered over Trudy.
Trudy flinched at his abrasive tone, but then she glared up at him, and squared her shoulders – although she remained seated, almost as if in defiance of him, and his overpowering height and build.
“What – What?” She demanded back in a scathing tone.
Mathew hissed between his teeth. “You already know something about this,” he accused her. “What do you know and why do you try to keep it to yourself?”
“What makes you think I know anything – about anything?” Trudy shot back. “Isn’t that why you travelled all the way down here – to inform everyone here of these things?”
“Will – you – stop – being – so – bloody well evasive!” He bit out like bullets. He leaned down towards her, and Laurie felt herself cowering into Michael, indeed several of the men seemed to want to whimper or run. “You will talk!” he growled into Trudy’s face.
Trudy folded her arms and sat back, and her jaws clamped together in blatant defiance.
“I can tell you what they know,” Bill interrupted almost eagerly. “I was there too, I know all about my neighbour’s illness, and how he was cured.”
“He was cured?” Mathew spun on his heel and moved towards Bill. “He was sick with the blood, but he was cured and he lives still? When? When did he fall sick?”
Bill cowered under the intense gaze of Mathew, and his shoulders hunched as he eyes fell away from his guest’s eyes.
“It was last year, before the older daughter married him over there!” He pointed towards James and Iris and sure enough Mathew’s gaze followed.
Laurie watched as Bill gave a low sigh of relief that he was no longer the object of that disturbing look, and it was only then that Laurie realised just how powerful Mathew was – and how hard it must have been for Trudy to withstand him.
Laurie wondered why her aunt was trying to be so evasive, why was she defying this Mathew?
Mathew’s gaze returned to Bill, and he hunkered down again.
“Talk!” Mathew ordered him, and then he stepped back, and Bill began to breathe again.
“As I said it was last year, we had sought alliance with our neighbour – through his daughters, but it had come to nothing...”
“Yes, I had heard something about that,” Mathew cut in impatiently.
“Well anyway a short time later, my neighbour – their father, was rushed to a London hospital. I didn’t hear about it immediately, but of course as soon as I heard, I travelled to London...” He hesitated for a moment, before muttering under his breath. “And what a waste of time and effort that turned out to be!”
“Go on,” Mathew snapped when Bill paused for a breath.
“Well, I did not actually speak to a doctor,” he began defensively. “I mean as no relation to Greg Beaumont, none of them would talk to me!”
“So, you do not actually know anything for sure,” Trudy cut in scornfully.
“I know that your brother was rushed to that hospital – for sure,” Bill glared back at her. “I know that the family – the blood family were all called there – for sure!”
“We are his family and we were called there – that is true, but as I understand things; that is the normal course of events for someone whom they fear – might not make it.” Trudy snapped back. “And you were there for that very same reason – as I recall.”
“What do you mean?” Mathew demanded impatiently. “Explain yourself woman!”
She glanced at him, and her eyes were flinty with hatred. “My name is Ms Rowena Beaumont,” she said flatly. “You will not ever refer to me in that derogatory way again – not if you expect a reply.”
He stared at her for several minutes and Aunt Trudy glared right back, and everyone else in the room held their breath.
Finally, it was Mathew who blinked first, and everyone began to breathe again.
He shrugged his shoulders suddenly. “Fine ... Ms Beaumont, please will you explain, what you believe Mr Frawning’s motive might have been in going to that hospital.”
“Why to try to coerce Iris into bonding with one of his sons of course!”
“That is not the first time I have heard that today.” Mathew glanced at Iris, and then at Laurie, and he gave Trudy a slightly speculative look. “What is it about you females that heats the blood of our males so?”
“There was no hot blood involved,” Trudy snapped back. “They seek power, and for some reason they believe that my brother Greg has it.”
“Are you saying then that he does not?”
“Does not – what?”
“Have this power you speak of ... this power these men are so hungry for?”
Trudy shrugged and her arms folded over her chest again. “My brother has some wealth – as does Bill Frawnings. He has a large home and a large estate – as does Bill Frawnings ... I believe they wish to add his wealth to theirs; I believe that they wished to use my brother’s daughters to set up their own ... kennels.”
“They wished ... does that mean then that you believe they no longer wish it?”
Trudy shrugged again. “Iris married and bonded with James, and so she became untouchable ... but young Laurie ... well we are none of us here on an invite.”
“No, I gathered that much from earlier discussions.”
“They sought out my niece, and they never gave her the chance to say no!” Trudy glared at Bill and his sons. “They abducted Laurie, and we came here to rescue her ... as did your own nephew.”
“Yes, yes I get it!” Mathew nodded and Laurie could see that he was growing irritated by her aunt.
She saw the slight narrowing of Trudy’s eyes and she realised that her aunt also saw his slow burn to anger.
Aunt Trudy stood up suddenly. “Well since justice is not on the cards, I can see that we will just have to leave, and be satisfied that Laurie was unharmed and is free to come with us.”
She glanced at Laurie and then she turned to Iris. “Girls ... James – Michael; it is time for us to go now.”
There was a low power in Trudy’s tone, which had them all blinking almost sleepily even as they automatically stood.
“It was ... useful, meeting you Mr Richards, we shall say our goodbyes now.”
She was actually at the door, and the others were hot on her heels, when Mathew let out a low roar.
“You will not leave!”
The raw energy of his tone washed over them all and rooted them to the spot.
Laurie felt Michael’s hand tighten briefly on her arm, and they all turned back – almost in unison to face the power of Mathew’s anger.
“You five will all come and sit back down, Bill and his sons may also remain; everyone else will leave this room, and close the doors behind you.”
Laurie found herself sitting back down next to Michael without even being aware of walking. James and Iris sat across from them with a similar look of surprise and confusion, but Aunt Trudy!
Even as she sat next to Iris, Laurie could see the rage that flowed through her and the hint of hopelessness as well.
Mathew had been standing in the middle of the room and watching as the rest of Bill’s men filed out of it.
Once the door closed, he slowly turned, fixing his molten glare onto everyone who was present.
“Now, we will have only honesty from now on. We shall have complete truth with no evasion.” He stopped turning and fixed his eyes on Aunt Trudy. “You will tell me everything about your brother’s illness.”
Trudy seemed to be struggling with some inner demon, as her shoulders hunched and her eyes glittered, and she clamped her mouth shut in defiance again, apparently fighting him and his compulsions with everything she had.
Mathew stood up and slowly strolled across the room.
His eyes fixed onto Aunt Trudy, and his lips curled with amusement.
He hunkered down in front of her, and though his tone was low, Laurie clearly heard him.
“You can fight all you want, but in the end, you will talk, even if I have to drag each word out of your mouth – personally.”
Finally, her shoulders sagged, and she let out a loud sigh along with a string of verbal abuse that had Laurie, Iris and James all blanching in horror at the foul language she came out with.
“The hospital – Ms Beaumont,” Mathew said in a steely tone, tinged with amusement. “Tell me everything that you know about your brother’s illness.”
She seemed to be struggling again, but then her eyes glazed, and Laurie was concerned to see a small trickle of blood drip from her aunt’s nose. “I don’t actually know anything – for a fact!” she suddenly stated triumphantly, as she put her hand to the bloody nose and wiped it away.
“You were there?” Mathew snapped.
“I was away – on business – I came to the hospital much later – I never actually spoke to a doctor first hand, and so everything I know is second hand, from the girls.”
“Very well,” Mathew’s tone was even again but steely with resolve. “I guess I shall have to ring it out of one of your nieces.”
Laurie felt Michael’s arm tightened around her, and he leaned forward slightly.
“I do not think your nephew or James would like that very much!” Trudy declared a trifle smugly.
Mathew turned to glare at Michael, and then he turned to look at James.
He seemed to hesitate for a moment.
“I am guessing that you two would not like to be helpful and leave the room right now?” He said with a hint of exasperation and resigned humour.
“No uncle, we would not,” Michael said firmly.
“Not even if I say that you can take the two young women with you?”
Michael hesitated, and slowly he began to nod.
“We won’t leave,” Laurie said loudly.
Mathew looked at her through narrowed eyes.
“No?” He demanded in a soft cajoling tone.
“Not without our Aunt!”
He turned to Iris. “And what say you?”
“I say the same as my sister,” she said in a low firm tone.
Mathew continued to stare at her, and Laurie saw her sister tense up, but she kept her eyes on Mathew’s, in the same defiance that her aunt had used.
Finally, he gave a little sigh and after shooting Trudy another frustrated glance he turned away from them all.
As Laurie studied him she noticed the thick white streak of hair amongst the thick darkness of his mane, the sign perhaps of a scar at the back of his skull? This was the first hint of weakness or vulnerability that Laurie had seen in him, as she saw suddenly the man rather something to be feared.
Mathew must have been well into his forties, but he was a man in his prime, Laurie thought to herself. Just like her aunt they were neither of them spring chickens, but there was a strength and youthfulness about them both that made them seem younger than their years
Laurie thought that that might be the reason the two of them were reacting to each other with such aggression. Perhaps they saw essences of themselves in each other?
He strolled around the room a little, with his hands clasped behind his back and his whole demeanour was one of a man deep in thought.
“I can see that none of you are going to be helpful, but I fail to see why you would not want to help your own species?” he said suddenly in voice that actually sounded hurt and confused.
He did not look at anyone, and so everyone remained relaxed for once.
“Perhaps it is just that we do not feel like we can help anyone,” Trudy muttered in a low tone.
He turned to her and fixed his eyes on her again. “You genuinely believe that?” he asked lightly.
“Yes, I do,” she met his gaze and her tone was even this time rather than the belligerent defiance she had used so far on him.
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Choices by Patricia51 Barbara Clausen woke with the first light of dawn as it crept through the curtains. Moving slowly and carefully, she slipped from under the sheet and swung her feet to the floor. She stood and tip-toed to the chair where her clothing lay. She donned her dress, picked up her underwear, pantyhose, shoes and purse and left. She stood in the bedroom doorway and looked back at the bed. Lee's dark hair was scattered over her pillow, hiding her face. The sheet had slipped down,...
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Choices: The Birthday Gift by patricia51 (This is a sequel to my story ‘Choices’. I try to cover enough of the history between Barb and Lee that you won’t have to have read the first one but obviously I would like it if you did. LOL. And yes, the third person appearing here is an import from another one of my stories. I have fun tieing them together.) Barbara Clausen stepped from her car and handed the keys to the valet. He took them and handed her a receipt. Giving the young man a smile,...
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Choices by Patricia51 Barbara Clausen woke with the first light of dawn as it crept through the curtains. Moving slowly and carefully, she slipped from under the sheet and swung her feet to the floor. She stood and tip-toed to the chair where her clothing lay. She donned her dress, picked up her underwear, pantyhose, shoes and purse and left. She stood in the bedroom doorway and looked back at the bed. Lee’s dark hair was scattered over her pillow, hiding her face. The sheet had slipped...
Morgan was lying on the couch listening to the Playstation (my feeble excuse for a stereo) when I got back. "You seem surprised to see me here," she said languidly. "I'm surprised at your musical choices. Since when did you start listening to syrupy AC love song stuff?" "Hey, it's your Dawson's Creek CD." "Well, I know I'm a fool for love songs. But you've always been the Pearl Jam and Nirvana kind of girl. The one that got me to try Three Doors Down, Godsmack, Days of the New,...
"Send her in, Jeanine. This may take a while, so if you need to head out for the weekend, that's alright," Principal Eriksen said."See you next week!” was the reply he heard over the phone. He had set up a late meeting, and given that it was a Friday, Mr. Eriksen was left to work by himself in the faculty office. Joseph Eriksen was in his sixth year overseeing the students and faculty at Blackhawk Valley prep school, beloved by his students and well-liked in the community. He was a handsome...
ReluctanceLaura packed up her things and left work. She slung her bag over her shoulder and headed out the door; just like every other Thursday evening, off to the train for her ride home. The first thing to catch her attention was the limo parked right outside the door. The second thing was the man in the tuxedo holding a sign reading "Laura". "Can I help you?" she said, glancing around looking for an explanation. "You must be Laura, I'm here to pick you up." "Why...who sent you?" "I can't tell you a...
SpankingHow had I got myself into this situation, I was asking myself. Why me? What had I done to deserve this? Well, the answer was — if I was being truthful with myself, that is — that it wasn't what I had done; it was more a question of what I hadn't done. Sound confusing to you? Yeah, me, too, but now it was time for me to do something drastic, and bloody quickly as well, before things reached the point of no return. Let's go back a little and I'll try to explain what happened. What it had...
My thanks to my editor adetaildiva. Without her this would be a poorer story. After her any errors are mine. * On Friday, I was able to slip out early and miss the traffic to my house. That gave me time for a quick game of catch with Bobby before I took off for my date with Nan. I liked spending time with him. I was a good athlete in school, but I never had that extra step, quick pivot, or sharp eye that could have earned me a scholarship. Instead, I had the drive and determination to be in...
Hey Everyone! Sorry for the ridiculously long wait, this will be the last installment! I hope everyone enjoys it…this story has taken me much longer than I anticipated. But I’ve got ideas for other stories in the works, so I’m ready to conclude Aidan and Lili and begin anew J IrishSmile ——————————— Aidan woke to the sound of someone opening a door, and he was instantly reminded of where he was and why. He couldn’t prevent his emotions taking a roller coaster ride if he wanted to, and his...
Before I left for winter break, I had to decide what classes I would be taking next semester. Since I needed only one more class to fulfill my academic obligations, I was looking for something with minimal time and work expenditure required. Ah, the beauty of graduate classes... however, the thought often forefront in my mind was that Liz would be leaving Hopkins at the end of January, and only coming for classes and special events. College had taught me the painful lesson that taking classes...
We convoyed over to Memorial, and found Kat (Dick's wife) in the visitor's area, conferring with a doctor. We were all relieve to find out that the chest pain and shortness of breath that had convinced Dick to come in had resulted from a mild heartbeat irregularity, not a coronary. Dick was wheeled out an hour later, and walked out of the hospital under his own power, with warnings from his doctor to take it easy ringing in his ears. I made my way home after we all saw Dick and Kat back to...
Time passed as it inevitably does. At the end of that year of college, I gave up on the idea of becoming an architect. The reason I gave everyone was that my building work had really taken off in a really big way, as in truth, it had. I'm not sure where my reputation for quality workmanship actually came from, but apparently I had built one. In truth, Dee had signed up for a design course that I needed to take; I saw her name on the list when I went to register for that next year. Don't...
But then the full weight of the situation I am in struck my head. Jack was just standing there, his eyes blinking in a peaceful rhythm, his face calm and his right hand still on my bare ass, slowly moving, no wait, He is drawing a question mark. It took me a sec to notice it, it was cute, and that lasted short as he inserted his finger in my ass crack. My body reacted in a way I still don’t completely understand. It was so wild, just imagining that now sends shivers down my spine. ...
I went in the house to ask what had happened to the car. But Barry wasn’t there. My phone rang. “Hey honey, listen, I’m gonna tell you something, don’t freak out” “Depends, did you crash the car or something? Where are you? Don’t worry, I’ll come to the hospital right away.” It’s weird how our brains go directly to death when someone is about to say something bad. “Okay, calm down. Nothing that bad, just that my son is coming and he’s gonna stay for the summer. I didn’t tell...
“I’ll cock something honey, come down when you are done” I said, not knowing what else to say, the practice of being a wife comes in handy when situations like this happen and your sub-conscious takes control. Barry just looked at me funny and left. I walked in all my senses, making up my mind to be strong about things, sat on the other end of the sofa with some considerable distance between us and said “We have to talk.” He didn’t reply, I waited for a minute gathering all the left...
Introduction: A realistic take on fantasy. read and enjoy Barry with his briefcase in one hand and the other on his tie went upstairs to fresh up and get packing for his trip. Ill cock something honey, come down when you are done I said, not knowing what else to say, the practice of being a wife comes in handy when situations like this happen and your sub-conscious takes control. Barry just looked at me funny and left. I walked in all my senses, making up my mind to be strong about things,...
Introduction: A realistic take on fantasy. read and enjoy I came home from the office late that day and was surprised to find my husbands car missing. I went in the house to ask what had happened to the car. But Barry wasnt there. My phone rang. Hey honey, listen, Im gonna tell you something, dont freak out Depends, did you crash the car or something? Where are you? Dont worry, Ill come to the hospital right away. Its weird how our brains go directly to death when someone is about to say...