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Chapter 1 – Remember (prologue)
"I now pronounce you husband and wife."
He takes me by the waist, dips me down and kisses me. I open my eyes to look at him and when I see him gazing lovingly at me, I smile. I remember thinking that was the happiest day of my life.
I couldn't be more wrong.
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"Honey I'm home" I walk in slamming the door shut. I smell the sweet smell of aftershave and cologne that could only belong to one person.
"Hello gorgeous, was work interesting?" He whispered in my ear, all the while kissing down my jaw line and neck.
"So-so, but I'd much prefer to be here all day" I cooed and spun around and gave him a long lingering kiss. Then I turned on my heel and went straight to the bathroom. I could hear him growling on the other side of the door.
I rolled my eyes. Gees, he's so impatient.
I opened the door to find him standing there with lust filled eyes. I laugh. Then he takes me by the waist and well... things happen, what can I say...
These were some of the happy times before the change.
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"It's a girl!" I was speechless. I could feel my eyes start swelling with tears... Of happiness of course. The tall dark haired handsome man standing next to me was staring at me and when I looked into his eyes I could see it all there. Love, happiness, joy... About a million similar. I was having a girl. A girl! I could dress her in the cutest summer dresses and I could, like, dress her in nice playsuits for babies, and I could, like... I usually get a bit carried away... But I was having a girl! With the man of my dreams.
Later a boy.
Later more chaos.
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"push, push, push honey, you can do it!" I felt like slapping the stupid idiot saying that to me. Do they even know how bloody painful this is? I'm done. I don't even know why I wanted another baby. Why did I want to go through all this crap again? What's wrong with one? I mentally slapped myself. If I didn't want another one, I would have stopped it the day I had the brilliant idea of another one. Brilliant being the anonym.
"Push, push, PUSH!" I hear the same idiot voice shouting.
"SHUT UP!" I push really hard! I didn't even hear the noise of a baby.
"See you IDIOT I pushed, you hear me I PUSHED and it BLOODY WELL HURT!" Then I hear the noise of a baby and I whip my head around to look towards the noise. The nurse was holding him and she was looking at me with a shocked expression. MENTAL SLAP! I just swore in front of my baby! The nurse reluctantly gives me the baby. I look at little baby Edward, and I smile. 2 year old Ells would be so happy. Edward (Eddie) was probably the most adorable thing I've seen... Eleanor, if you're reading this, you were also the most adorable thing I had ever seen.
I just wish he was here to see him. He fainted halfway through the 10 hours of labour.
I slept that night happy.
Other nights... not so much.
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"I got the job! I got the job! I got the job!" I came through the door screaming. He came up to me and gave me a hug whispering in my ear that the kids were asleep.
"Sorry" I mumbled. Then I led him out the front door and then I started screaming again.
He chuckled and looked at me amusingly.
"What?" I asked innocently?
"These walls are not soundproof, darling" He said, lifting one brow.
"Sorry... It's just... I GOT the JOB!" In Italy! I forget to add.
"Congratulations darling." He holds me tight to him and hugs me.
I was happy about the job, but the fact is, I had to first go to Italy for a training cycle, for 2 months. I would miss 2 months of my kid's life and 2 months with my husband.
I needed to tell him all of that, then, but I didn't want to kill the mood.
I finally told him a week before the training started.
To say he was angry is an understatement.
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"Bye mama" 3 year old Eleanor says to me. I knelt down her height and she ran towards me and gave me a hug. She understood I was going away, she just didn't know how long.
I took 1 year old Eddie in my arms and hugged him tight.
"Bye Eddie, bye-bye, says bye-bye mama..."
"Be-be mama" I hugged him again to hide the tears now streaming down my cheeks.
I pulled away and looked at the other guy in my life. He had tears in his eyes. I got up and walked up to him. My tears flowing freely now. I stood in front of him. He embraced my in a hug and kissed me thoroughly.
"I love you" I whisper into his ear.
"I love you more" he whispers back. I start walking toward the security check. I look back and look at each of my family one by one. Eleanor looks at me and waves bye. She gestures for Eddie to wave as well. I then look at my family. Saying good bye for what would only be a few weeks, to become a lifetime.
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5 YEARS LATER!
"COME ON ELS!" I hear mommy Tasha shouting. My name is Eleanor Ozera. My mommy is called Tasha Ozera and my favourite daddy ever is called Dimitri Ozera. I am eight years old and I live in London.
"I'm coming mommy, just one second" Mommy scares me, but Daddy is my favourite!
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"COME ON ELS!" I hear my wife shouting out to the children. I love my wife, but sometimes she pisses me off when she shouts at the children like that. Especially with Eleanor I had work now. I just had to go and say hi to the children and then say bye.
The family had been through a lot. We've moved every year for the past four years ever since the accident that deleted most of our memory for 5 years. All I know is what my family told me and what my wife told me, since she was in a business meeting the night of the fire. We are a very happy family, but sometimes I get the vibe that there is something missing in my life. I would always ask my wife about this, but she would just laugh at me and call me crazy. But I can't help but feel that something is missing. Something big, and although I didn't know it, I was going to meet that special something in the next two hours.
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"Get up rose! You can't spend your whole life wallowing around the place. You've been like this for four years! GET A LIFE!" She hung up the phone and sent me an email about a job offer In London for house managing. The nicest mum in the world just invited me to a flipping job offer. And the interviewee was a guy called Dimitri Ozera.
Oh what a bloody bunch of shit. She always has these crazy social engaging skills, to defeat my sorrows. The fact is I miss my family every day! My children... my family... the love of my life, but nope, that doesn't stop my mum from grieving me a god damn lecture every day! A fire was what separated us. And a fire is what I was the first few months. I have never stopped searching, but nowadays, I have started to become completely useless. Days I wouldn't talk to anyone even my best friend Adrian. He understands me like no-one else, and I miss him coming to my house, just the two of us, watch TV. or play aidrosoply, which is our private version of monopoly.
Sometimes he'd stay overnight and hear my dreams first-hand. The screaming the nightmares, the shouting and the cursing. He had stood with me through it all. I get nightmares now, but not as often. At least 2 nightmares a month, which is so much easier. I decided to go out and get things from the supermarket.
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My brother, Eddie and I were in our favourite hiding place. The little burrow daddy built for us as a secret. Of course mommy doesn't know. She always comes earlier from work than daddy and she's always mean to us and hits us with a stick. Then she pretends to be nice and give us a bubble bath. I think she gives us the bubble bath to massage the bruises so that daddy won't see. She came home from work a few minutes ago, and she's yelling at the nice people who help us around the house.
After she's done with that...
Mommy's gonna try and find us.
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I was walking around the place with my shopping looking for my car. I always do this; forget where the car is parked. I spotted it and ran over, quickly pushing my shopping inside and then going back to take my trolley back. I had my handbag my phone, CV and other necessities were in there. When walking back to the car I looked for my car keys desperately, in my handbag. I looked all around the outside of the car and then I looked inside. There in the car were my keys. I opened the car door, but found it was jammed. I tried with all doors including the boot, but I couldn't find a way in.
"SHIT" I screamed. Other shoppers looked at me horrified and some teenagers laughed at me.
"Mommy what does shit mean?" a girl the age of 7 was asking her mother. The mother gave me an evil look and hurried off with her children.
I rolled my eyes and called the AA (car help place) they said they were busy and would be there in an hour. I had nothing else to do, so I decided to go to the interview. It was only a few minutes' walk.
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"Eddie" I say to my best friend, who is also my work partner. He saved my life in the fire and like me, he has no idea what happened for the 5 years before. "Any news on the help?" I ask patiently
as I was walking towards the lobby a strange but fascinating and oddly familiar girl was at the reception asking for a job offer. The receptionist told her to hold on, everything would be alright, and she just needed to get a hold off the interviewee, which was me... Just then my phone rang and the woman in the lobby told me of that girl. I said to tell the girl that I was on my way. A few more minutes of work would be fine.
Tasha can handle the children for 30 more minutes.