Post by suse on Nov 23, 2009 11:55:31 GMT
DISCLAIMER - This story is fictional and in no way reflects the actions or day to day activites of the characters involved. In other words..ITS MADE UP!!
Eloise sighed loudly as she opened the door of the cabin and dropped her bags on the floor. She had just spent the last half an hour driving in circles, in an attempt to find the main house. She made a mental note to never follow Sal’s directions ever again. She only found it by accident after screwing them up and chucking them in the backseat. It was hardly a relaxing start to her bush retreat.
However her anxiety about being lost in the bush forever soon faded as she looked around her residence for the next 3 nights.
It was perfect.
Beautiful polished floor boards, stone walls, and the biggest fireplace she had ever seen with an L shaped lounge on one side, and off to the other side a wooden king size bed. And of course the obligatory sheep skin rug in front of the fireplace. Down the other end was a little kitchen area with a table, with a fully stocked fridge, and another door led out to a long deck with a bubbling hot tub. She had everything she needed.
Well almost everything.
“We could have had such an amazing time here,” she sighed.
Over the last few hours she had battled with her emotions as she see-sawed between anger and sadness. One minute her fury was undeniable, but then moments like this she just missed him terribly.
She wondered what he was doing.
Did he feel guilty about what he had done?
Was he still with Lisa?
She sunk into the lounge and rifled through her handbag searching for her phone. She switched it off after she had called Susan and she was hesitant to turn it back on, in case there was a message from him. Or even worse…if there wasn’t.
The phone conversation with Susan wasn’t a pleasant one. When Eloise told her she wasn’t coming back she was greeted with a long silence.
‘Are you still there,” Eloise said nervously as her heart pounded.
“I’m sorry…but I won’t accept what you are telling me,” she replied gob smacked.
“Yeah I’m sorry too…but my degree is important to me and I’m afraid this is just how it has to be,” Eloise lied, trying to keep her voice calm, but Susan didn’t buy it.
“I think there’s more to it. You don’t sound yourself, in fact you sound upset about something. Am I right?” she asked gently.
This time Susan was greeted with silence.
“Well I assume from the lack of a response that I am right. I think you need to take these two weeks and take a long hard look at what you want to do. Then when filming resumes come back and see me,” Susan said sympathetically.
Eloise felt nauseous just thinking about that conversation. She heard the shock and disappointment in Susan’s voice, and it made her feel like a coward.
She didn’t believe in running when situations became difficult, but this was different.
This was beyond difficult…it was impossible.
She turned her phone back on and was disappointed that there were no messages from James.
“Fuck him,” she said bitterly, as the anger started to build in her again. To her this was an obvious indication that he just didn’t care.
She decided that she had to get her mind off him…somehow…or she would go crazy.
She unpacked her bag and grabbed her laptop. Writing was a past-time she enjoyed and she just hadn’t had the time over the last 6 months to devote to it. This seemed like the perfect opportunity.
She ignored the computers desperate plea for windows and virus protection updates as she always did, and settled in to write some amazing-ness on the blank screen.
“What will I write about?” she mused as she set herself up on the lounge.
She drummed her fingers on her knees as she searched for inspiration, but all she could think about were tales of love and lust, which then led to tales of heartbreak and anger, which ended with tales of eye scratching and murder.
“Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea,” she muttered under her breath as she slammed her laptop shut in frustration.
She checked her watch and was shocked to find it was after 6.
She hadn’t eaten since she picked at Sal’s scrambled eggs which were so over cooked she was certain they would bounce off the wall.
She opened the fridge to survey its contents.
It was full of fresh cold meats, salads, fruit, wine…a feast to see her through the next 3 days. She spotted the plate of oysters which triggered memories of that night a few months earlier…the night he cooked dinner for her…the night they became ‘special friends’.
Sadness overwhelmed her again and her mild hunger completely disappeared.
She began to think that maybe this bush retreat wasn’t such a great idea. Her mind had way too much spare time on its hands.
As she looked around the cabin deciding what to do with herself she found that everything she thought about or looked at reminded her of him.
The bed for a start was doing her head in…how she longed to share that bed with him.
“That’s not going to happen now,” she sighed sadly a she sat on the lounge.
The lounge…she longed to snuggle up with him on that lounge in front of the fireplace, and play with his hair…among other things.
The sheepskin rug…she didn’t fancy doing anything on that. She shuddered to think what was crawling in it and then there was the carpet burn issue and all.
Then there were the photos of random scenes loitering around the cabin. No they weren’t of James, but he took photos, and that connection was good enough for her out of control mind.
The final straw was the ugly purple vase on the shelf above the fireplace.
Why?
Certainly not because he was ugly, but merely the fact that James looked so good in purple, and she was quite sure he owned a purple t-shirt.
“UGH! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!” she moaned in desperation as she massaged her temples.
Just then her tantrum at herself was interrupted by a knock at the door.
Her heart jumped into her throat. Was it the local axe murderer? Surely that wasn’t part of the weekend escape.
Could it be James?
Did Sal cave and break her promise?
If it was him what was she going to do? Even though she longed to be with him, it was impossible now, after what he had done.
She answered the door and was both surprised and disappointed to find the owner, popping in to check that everything was to her satisfaction.
He lit the fire for her and after a few minutes of mindless small talk she managed to get rid of him.
As the night closed in she watched the fire dance in the fireplace…one of her favourite things, and then decided to try the hot tub in a desperate attempt to relax
She changed into her bikini and slid into the bubbling warm tub with a glass of wine. Her phone sat at arms length and she continued to check it, but there was nothing.
“How can he not want to even contact me,” she said out loud to nobody as she stared at her phone, willing it to ring.
She refused to call him and her resentment began to grow as she questioned James integrity, or lack thereof, and she decided she was glad the person at the door wasn’t him after all.
She thought she knew him, thought that he felt the same way about her as she did about him.
But obviously she was mistaken.
As she sat in the tub rain started to fall in a steady shower. The sound of it falling on the tin roof was quite therapeutic and she closed her eyes as she let her head rest against the side of the tub, but she was again interrupted by another knock at the door.
“Oh God! What does he want now in this weather?” she muttered as she begrudgingly got out of the tub and wrapped a sarong around her waist.
She left wet footprints on the wooden floor as she trudged towards the door and she flung it open in readiness to deal with him quickly.
“I really am fine…..” she began, but stopped dead when she saw who was standing in the doorway.
Tbc…
DISCLAIMER - This story is fictional and in no way reflects the actions or day to day activites of the characters involved. In other words..ITS MADE UP!!
Coming up...the chapter we have all been waiting for .
Well I think...unless I can drag it out for another chapter
Eloise sighed loudly as she opened the door of the cabin and dropped her bags on the floor. She had just spent the last half an hour driving in circles, in an attempt to find the main house. She made a mental note to never follow Sal’s directions ever again. She only found it by accident after screwing them up and chucking them in the backseat. It was hardly a relaxing start to her bush retreat.
However her anxiety about being lost in the bush forever soon faded as she looked around her residence for the next 3 nights.
It was perfect.
Beautiful polished floor boards, stone walls, and the biggest fireplace she had ever seen with an L shaped lounge on one side, and off to the other side a wooden king size bed. And of course the obligatory sheep skin rug in front of the fireplace. Down the other end was a little kitchen area with a table, with a fully stocked fridge, and another door led out to a long deck with a bubbling hot tub. She had everything she needed.
Well almost everything.
“We could have had such an amazing time here,” she sighed.
Over the last few hours she had battled with her emotions as she see-sawed between anger and sadness. One minute her fury was undeniable, but then moments like this she just missed him terribly.
She wondered what he was doing.
Did he feel guilty about what he had done?
Was he still with Lisa?
She sunk into the lounge and rifled through her handbag searching for her phone. She switched it off after she had called Susan and she was hesitant to turn it back on, in case there was a message from him. Or even worse…if there wasn’t.
The phone conversation with Susan wasn’t a pleasant one. When Eloise told her she wasn’t coming back she was greeted with a long silence.
‘Are you still there,” Eloise said nervously as her heart pounded.
“I’m sorry…but I won’t accept what you are telling me,” she replied gob smacked.
“Yeah I’m sorry too…but my degree is important to me and I’m afraid this is just how it has to be,” Eloise lied, trying to keep her voice calm, but Susan didn’t buy it.
“I think there’s more to it. You don’t sound yourself, in fact you sound upset about something. Am I right?” she asked gently.
This time Susan was greeted with silence.
“Well I assume from the lack of a response that I am right. I think you need to take these two weeks and take a long hard look at what you want to do. Then when filming resumes come back and see me,” Susan said sympathetically.
Eloise felt nauseous just thinking about that conversation. She heard the shock and disappointment in Susan’s voice, and it made her feel like a coward.
She didn’t believe in running when situations became difficult, but this was different.
This was beyond difficult…it was impossible.
She turned her phone back on and was disappointed that there were no messages from James.
“Fuck him,” she said bitterly, as the anger started to build in her again. To her this was an obvious indication that he just didn’t care.
She decided that she had to get her mind off him…somehow…or she would go crazy.
She unpacked her bag and grabbed her laptop. Writing was a past-time she enjoyed and she just hadn’t had the time over the last 6 months to devote to it. This seemed like the perfect opportunity.
She ignored the computers desperate plea for windows and virus protection updates as she always did, and settled in to write some amazing-ness on the blank screen.
“What will I write about?” she mused as she set herself up on the lounge.
She drummed her fingers on her knees as she searched for inspiration, but all she could think about were tales of love and lust, which then led to tales of heartbreak and anger, which ended with tales of eye scratching and murder.
“Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea,” she muttered under her breath as she slammed her laptop shut in frustration.
She checked her watch and was shocked to find it was after 6.
She hadn’t eaten since she picked at Sal’s scrambled eggs which were so over cooked she was certain they would bounce off the wall.
She opened the fridge to survey its contents.
It was full of fresh cold meats, salads, fruit, wine…a feast to see her through the next 3 days. She spotted the plate of oysters which triggered memories of that night a few months earlier…the night he cooked dinner for her…the night they became ‘special friends’.
Sadness overwhelmed her again and her mild hunger completely disappeared.
She began to think that maybe this bush retreat wasn’t such a great idea. Her mind had way too much spare time on its hands.
As she looked around the cabin deciding what to do with herself she found that everything she thought about or looked at reminded her of him.
The bed for a start was doing her head in…how she longed to share that bed with him.
“That’s not going to happen now,” she sighed sadly a she sat on the lounge.
The lounge…she longed to snuggle up with him on that lounge in front of the fireplace, and play with his hair…among other things.
The sheepskin rug…she didn’t fancy doing anything on that. She shuddered to think what was crawling in it and then there was the carpet burn issue and all.
Then there were the photos of random scenes loitering around the cabin. No they weren’t of James, but he took photos, and that connection was good enough for her out of control mind.
The final straw was the ugly purple vase on the shelf above the fireplace.
Why?
Certainly not because he was ugly, but merely the fact that James looked so good in purple, and she was quite sure he owned a purple t-shirt.
“UGH! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!” she moaned in desperation as she massaged her temples.
Just then her tantrum at herself was interrupted by a knock at the door.
Her heart jumped into her throat. Was it the local axe murderer? Surely that wasn’t part of the weekend escape.
Could it be James?
Did Sal cave and break her promise?
If it was him what was she going to do? Even though she longed to be with him, it was impossible now, after what he had done.
She answered the door and was both surprised and disappointed to find the owner, popping in to check that everything was to her satisfaction.
He lit the fire for her and after a few minutes of mindless small talk she managed to get rid of him.
As the night closed in she watched the fire dance in the fireplace…one of her favourite things, and then decided to try the hot tub in a desperate attempt to relax
She changed into her bikini and slid into the bubbling warm tub with a glass of wine. Her phone sat at arms length and she continued to check it, but there was nothing.
“How can he not want to even contact me,” she said out loud to nobody as she stared at her phone, willing it to ring.
She refused to call him and her resentment began to grow as she questioned James integrity, or lack thereof, and she decided she was glad the person at the door wasn’t him after all.
She thought she knew him, thought that he felt the same way about her as she did about him.
But obviously she was mistaken.
As she sat in the tub rain started to fall in a steady shower. The sound of it falling on the tin roof was quite therapeutic and she closed her eyes as she let her head rest against the side of the tub, but she was again interrupted by another knock at the door.
“Oh God! What does he want now in this weather?” she muttered as she begrudgingly got out of the tub and wrapped a sarong around her waist.
She left wet footprints on the wooden floor as she trudged towards the door and she flung it open in readiness to deal with him quickly.
“I really am fine…..” she began, but stopped dead when she saw who was standing in the doorway.
Tbc…
DISCLAIMER - This story is fictional and in no way reflects the actions or day to day activites of the characters involved. In other words..ITS MADE UP!!
Coming up...the chapter we have all been waiting for .
Well I think...unless I can drag it out for another chapter