Two of Hearts

by Alexa Jackson

  I arrive at the reception, and luckily, Peter is still there, talking in a corner with one of the attendants.

  - A blonde and a brunette - he murmurs - Perhaps a little redhead.

  - Are you really looking for prostitutes?

  Lord, my world is running out and he wondered how will end your night.

  - Prostitutes, no - he gestures in a way that betrays her English side - company Damas, since I will not return to the party. Do not look at me that way. I decided to risk a ... Delivery?

  I look at the ceiling and count to five. God, I want to punch him in the face.

  - Sir, you can search by Miss Walker? - I turn to the man at the front desk - Penelope Walker.

  He looks at your computer and speak our suite number.

  - Not this suite. Listen, we are boyfriends and had a disagreement. Her suitcase is no longer in the room. You should have asked for another room. Look again in your records, please.

  He returns the look and shakes his head in denial.

  - It is impossible, sir. All rooms have been reserved. Maybe you went to another hotel.

  A curtain of despair covers me. Where it would in a country she does not know, alone and upset as I was?

  - Please try again.

  I feel the hand of Peter on my shoulder. Alexius to the repelling. I do not want to deal with it and I told you that would surely come.

  - No one, sir - replied the receptionist a few minutes later.

  - Come on, I know how to find out where she was.

  I do not walk, Peter drags me. We came to the security room. He talks to one of the staff for a few minutes. As your company coordinates security, we had no problem in, and then we are facing a panel where they appear several recorded images. For a moment, I want to turn away. There were videos like these that away from her. But as my concern with Penelope security is stronger than my scruples, I move on.

  The man moves a little more tape and I focus on every detail.

  - That is it! The blonde with black dress.

  Peter states, so we spot on the screen.

  Please do not give zoom.

  Unfortunately, he did not notice my change request. As soon as my eyes focus on her face bathed in tears and covered in pain, my legs lose strength and fall apart in the chair in front of the panel.

  I see her curled up in a corner of the elevator. Pack with difficulty, such sadness loading ... It is impossible that their suffering does not reach me.

  A few minutes later, Penelope out with the suitcase. The shambling way has nothing to do with the weight of the small suitcase, but the weight in his heart. My little one is suffering, and it frustrates me even more.

  The security has advanced recording more. Watch to talk to one of the hotel receptionists, not what spoke to me. He shakes his head, it seems to insist. Discouraged, she walks to the couch there in reception, hiding his face in his hands. A man comes up beside her. I recognize it promptly.

  - No!

  All my pain begins to turn into fury.

  - Parker! - Peter speaks for me.

  They talk for a few minutes and leave.

  So it was Evan who took her from me. My most prized possession, he ripped my arms. Seeing her leave supported by him, it was like a hand of steel ripping my heart out of my chest.

  Why is it so easy to love it and so devastating to lose it every day? It is as if every second happiness ooze through my fingers like sand in an hourglass.

  When I return to my room, defeated, I allow what I tried to hide before Peter and security. I let the tears come down freely down my face. Loneliness and pain make it to be my only company. And it's like a big black hole consumed me, eating away at me inside out.

  ****

  Two hours later, still I find myself at the airport for flight waiting. Peter's calm beside me unnerves me. The unwillingness of the attendant in the fit on another flight annoys me, and all messages sent to her cell phone, and had no answer, leave me in despair.

  I could not use the plane where we come from, because Evan as a partner Neil, have full access to it.

  - Our flight leaves in 15 minutes - Peter resurfaces soon after an employee of the small airline - so hurry up if you want to get out of here today.

  I look at the young, which indicates the path and straightens the hair discreetly. Clothing somewhat disheveled, rumpled for a flight attendant.

  I'm impressed that Peter has gone to fuck the young woman in a dark corner of the airport, while I was being tortured by my inner demons.

  - I will not ask how you did it - shake my head.

  - And I will not say - he grabs his bag and follows the smiling young - Just thank lucky you are.

  You can spend thousands of years, and never understand animal need for sex he has. But since his sexual appetite was in favor to me, let all questions go, at least for now.

  - Thank you.

  The flight back was a mixture of memories of all times Penelope and I share together the day before. I feel like on a treadmill, running after happiness, but do not go the same place.

  Why do I always have to go from heaven to hell in an astonishing speed? A few hours ago I was in paradise, now I see only a black hole in which more and more diving. Increasingly cold and deep. I've been there before. It was just a dark, empty room, I wanted to be there, felt it deserved. This crater not; It is cold, and not only disturbs my soul, pluck me faith and hope again I could feel heat.

  Endless hours later, we come to New York. We left the airport and keep calling insistently. I know I'm being more than ignored, it is a silent request for me to stay away. Reality is harder than any feeling I could imagine feeling.

  We got into the taxi, and a phone rings. Not mine. Shrug in the cab seat with a frustrated sigh.

  - Honey, where are you?

  I correct my posture, tensiono my shoulders. No need to tell Peter his name, I know it's her. We are on the way to his apartment. See which came into contact with him, in a way, rekindles a flame of hope in me.

  I ask that he pass me the phone; annoyingly, it does signal that I should wait.

  - I know it's hard to understand now - Peter murmurs haltingly, his voice like that of my mother when talking to one of the twins - Adam is worried ...

  He keeps listening. I approach it more and I can detect the exalted tone. Before Penelope had been hurt, now he seems angry with us.

  I hear him say every point where he had installed the cameras. Each of the anger about myself increases.

  - Penelope - grab Peter's phone, my voice is evidently desperate, reflecting exactly as I am - My love ...

  Chapter 19

  Aline

  I never worked so hard in my life. Not even during the almost three years that I'm in DET. Somehow, I could always roll up the boring of Charlote and unbearable my boss. Now, Penelope covers me.

  I hate my job, I hate this company and all the people who work there. All this time, I had to forge smiles and polite greetings. All in name of the plan to destroy the Crighton and your damn friends. In fact, your friends do not matter to me, my goal is, and has always been Adam.

  There is no one in the world I hate as much as he. That bastard ruined my family took my parents to death, and I long for him the same fate.

  I wish his downfall, as he was responsible for mine. Because of him, my father lost all our possessions, was arrested and succumbed to a heart attack that filthy cell.

  My mother could not stand the pain of losing her husband and her home soon after. Solved their problems with a bottle of pills. I ended up alone, lost without my house, where I grew up and I was immensely happy. Even my boyfriend had turned his back on me.

  Dean could never join a woman with a past stained like mine. Adam took everything I had - my family, my faith and my dignity. I had to get even somehow.

  And to help get that came from where I least expected.

  I remember when we first saw, like it was yesterday.

  It was raining heavily that day. I sat huddled o
n the stairs, in my empty house, watching the thunder when those horrible men appeared. It was my twenty-first birthday, and did not know it would others. That day, I arquitetava several ways to end my life, as my mother had done the day before.

  - What are you doing, girl? - One of them asks, staring at me anything amicably.

  A huge man, both in size and height.

  - It's raining a lot out there - I had wanted my voice did not come out so shaky, and neither wanted to show the weakness that shook me - I have nowhere to go. Let me spend the night here, sir. I promise that tomorrow I'll be gone.

  - Wake up, girl, the fairy tale ended - the second man of my height, but well muscled, dug her filthy fingers into my arm and led me up - The house has been sold. Get out at once. At another time I would have offered you my bed, but it is not up to a snobby rich girl like you.

  - Rich girl? - The big man stared at me with a mocking laugh - She'll be lucky if a beggar want to share your journal with her tonight. And I heard that will be one of the coldest nights of the year.

  At that moment, I felt the taste of revenge can do to a person. Those men were taking revenge on me for being rude with them a few days ago. What could I do? They were robbing my house. The only home I knew. All happiness memories were there.

  - Do not come back here, or call the police - he roared.

  With all brutality, I was thrown on the street. Torrential rain in my head was the least of my problems. I walked slowly down the long street, there was no place to go.

  I failed to notice the red car following me.

  Of course, initially I was afraid of who was in the car. Already getting dark when he came to my side. The possibility that it was a maniac was giant. If he dragged me into the vehicle, violentasse me and threw my lifeless body in a ditch any, no one would notice my absence. There is no one who cares me. But then again, maybe that was the end I asked God to die this way would be less humiliating to live in the dark.

  So when the door was opened, I went.

  - Hello, Allyson.

  And the person I met, smiling at me in that car, changed my life and destiny completely.

  - Who are you and how do you know my name?

  I leave those thoughts aside and try to loft the key in the bag. I hate this apartment as I hate the DET. Compared to the mansion in which I grew up, so here it is ridiculous. A filthy cubicle.

  - Damn it! - Esbravejo when I leave the key fall to the ground.

  Just thinking about having to go down, it makes my muscles protest. I had to run all day to find people to help me in my duties. All men, of course, since women do little for each other, or said I play the substitute boss, are all a frustrated sluts. The result is that should stay favors many assistants in various departments. That means bed and sex. I do not care, I've done it before.

  - You're late, Allyson. You know I hate delays.

  Bounce back, when I come across the last person I expected to see.

  - I do not remember anything scheduled terms.

  Hell. Bad time for my voice scared of lost little girl arise.

  - You arrive every day at six. Are six thirty-five.

  I throw my bag on the table and to follow an armchair. I take my shoes while I think about what I will answer.

  - This is the fault of Penelope and her sudden honeymoon trip. I was forced to do all her work.

  Jaded look and little convinced by my explanation annoys me, but keep calm. They control all my steps, know all of my life, I know inside out. They are dangerous people, who do not wish in any way upset.

  If you have a roof today, it is thanks to them. If I have any chance to get back at Adam, it is thanks to them, then, is not the time yet to have rebellion.

  - Penelope. Ah, sweet Penelope. You should have already solved it. Nothing combine moved on. Not won the Crighton, as now we have one more to take out of our way.

  The plan was to infiltrate me in DET, conquer the Adam and finish him once and for all. My prize, all his money, which would inherit as devastated widow.

  I spent a year investing in it. I went out with Peter in search of some information, but that did not help me in almost anything. This part until it was good. The man knows how crazy a woman in bed, and I even like it.

  It only worsened my situation, because the fact of having slept with one of Adam's friends, surprisingly, pushed me away even more of it. What is ironic in the least, since I know that sometimes they had sex with the same woman, even in the same day and room.

  I was foolish to believe that with a little more persistence and patience, I could get to my goal. I just needed an opportunity. I had decided that would be the party of the DET, at the end of last year.

  Daniel, the idiot pretending to be my brother, had even achieved something for me to put in his drink, if necessary.

  We would spend one night together, and if it were not enough, the old trick of pregnancy would hold it to me. The trauma he carried for a dead son, who was not even his, would have convinced to marry me.

  Everything was meticulously planned, if Penelope had not come out of nowhere and ruined my plans.

  I hated to see them in that city. They are happy. The stupid statement he made to her. I wanted to get that microphone and tell everyone the liar that he is. I sent the photos, sent messages, did everything that instructed me, but they always come back. Damn!

  I did everything to disrupt their relationship. First using Grace. Put in her head that would have any chance was easy, this was in love with him as all the silly who crossed his path. Suggest that she contributed with Celeste to ward off all other helped me take down any opponent on the way. The old was obsessed with dead daughter.

  But it did not work with Penelope. The way was attempting to run over. Fortunately, he fell back mad old, no one would ever think of me. I had a wonderful weekend if Penelope had died that day.

  But I've been so nervous, not well calculated the speed and the car's impact on her.

  The unfortunate survived.

  The only good part of that attempt was observed by far as Adam suffered to imagine losing it. I felt on my lips the first taste of revenge. It is sweet, very sweet, and I loved.

  Then came Maxwell. me-I approached him and did everything to encourage him to get it back. Of course, be his friend and give any tips for him to conquer again was a good plan. He even bought an island with yacht in her name. That was as passionate as imbecile.

  All I did all risks, not earned anything. Stealing the key to her apartment. Write those horrible things. me had a great time destroying his apartment. It was like washing my soul. I thought it would make her run away scared.

  Did not happen.

  When I thought I had gotten rid of her, she came back.

  So we needed to take extreme measures. What happened in the cemetery was not something my. My benefactors are more macabre, but I can not deny that delighted me, seeing it hidden. The despair in his soul. I remembered the promise I made to my father in a cemetery like this. Avenge his death.

  But this sudden trip promises to screw it up again. I need more time to poison her as I have done. I tried to hinder their relationship in the days that Adam worked at the company as much as I could. Never leaving them alone, dropping encounters with Evan, believing that arouse his anger, but it was just the opposite. Jealousy made him even more determined.

  What's this woman who does react so irrationally? I've never seen that before. And what I see is that it is determined to have her back. They should be, by now, sweating in bed.

  Wretches.

  - I have no guilt every attempt we have to separate them, just uniting them even more - without grumbling a lot of patience - Why not kill him at once and just get on with it? I just want him to pay what he did.

  The money they said that my father stole was never located, which, for me, only proves the assertion that he was really innocent. My father had met Adam before his arrest, two days before he died. He had betrayed his trust, denouncing him when he said he wo
uld help him.

  - What's so funny revenge if we can not enjoy the suffering of our enemy? - The wicked smile causes me some concern, I must admit - I thought your goal was to make Adam pay for everything that you did. We have an idea of what to do to ward off the blonde definitely. And this is your last chance. Remember where you were before you help, and where you can get if you succeed.

  Remember where he was, what I did and where I will go.

  A luxurious life I grew up or the gutter that I avoided for so long?

  I hear the voice in the distance while I meditate on my uncertain fate.

  - Try not to do anything stupid, meanwhile. I'll see how things go in Dubai. Ensured that I would be there, is not it?

  Just nod your head, do not know about what I agreed, I'm stuck in my own world. It is not pretty.

  - I'll be back soon with new instructions - hear before the light door knocking.

  The downside of selling your soul to the devil, is that sooner or later it comes back to you, charging the debt.

  And my balance is very large.

  Chapter 20

  Penelope

  I did not think about anything else when I witnessed the conversation between Adam and Peter, and run away, go away, hide. Go to any place where I had peace. That my sadness go away like a cloud of smoke, but it only becomes more dense and dark.

  When Evan rescued me, all my feelings and thoughts were confused and directionless. In flight hours that followed, I dove into a pool of despair and disbelief.

  Adam lied, he always lied. So many times I asked you not to. Not him.

  If Evan were not there with me, even in silence, supporting me, I would probably be wandering around alone, disoriented. Succumbing to the pain and despair that tear my chest.

  - Thank you, Evan.

  car get out so he parks in front of my building. I know I should at least say something to him. But the hours that followed my departure from Dubai were centered on my pain.

  - Are you sure it'll be okay alone? - His voice is so soft and affectionate, which again I want to cry, because tears do not fail me; I have an arsenal that every minute is renewed - I can stay if you want.