Chapter 2
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I arrived home after working and my interesting visit with Duncan. No one of my family needed to know what happened today. Questions will be asked though why I haven't been home a lot lately. It's understandable why they would ask those questions. Morgan and Jake walked up to me. Morgan hugged me. "Hi mom," she said calmly. I bet she understood what I was going through. I killed the president. The president. I remember how Duncan would always say that he's just a man. Not a patient. Well, that man had a lot of power. Like controlling the USA.
I hugged my daughter back. "Hi Morgan. How are you?" I asked. She was 8 months pregnant, and the father of the child has died. The kid would grow up without a father. I don't know how it would feel for the child, or anyone, to have their father killed because of a plan. One plan to kill one man. More died for that, but her boyfriend didn't even know what was happening in the house, let alone, who the parents of his girlfriend were when he died.
"Good, I feel better than yesterday," she explained.
"Excellent." That was probably one of the best things that happened today. Or this week. Just today was a very lucky day I guess.
Morgan released her grip of me and walked upstairs. I guess that was it. Jake looked at me. "Hello," he told. As I thought Morgan understood what I am going through, Jake doesn't. He was probably siding with Brian.
I don't want to see Brian today unless it was about a divorce. When I learned Brian was cheating on me, I was mad. Of course, since we were hostages, I tried to stay calm about it. If we weren't, I wouldn't even have figured out he was cheating on me for a while. Probably one of the good things about being hostages. Learning little secrets about your family that you didn't know before.
"Hi, Jake. What's happened today. Any homework?" I questioned.
"No. Dad wants to talk to you though." I thought he would. It was predictable. I have decided to take the guest bedroom since the president died and our captors were gone. Our family has changed. Not in a good way.
"Uh, ya sure. Where is he exactly?"
"In the kitchen." I walked over to the kitchen. Jake's eyes were on me as I walked over. It was creepy like he thought I was going to do something bad.
Brian was in the kitchen making dinner. Funny how I never imagined him cooking. Brian looked at me. He knew I was in the room as soon as I stepped in. "Hey, honey, how was work?" He said curiously. Now he's acting like nothing happened. Like he didn't cheat on me. Like I didn't kill the president. I want to tell him that I want a divorce, but I guess I could keep that a secret. For now.
"Good. How are the kids?" I said.
"They're great. They miss you though. You haven't been home lately. Do you want someone to talk to because, you know, I'm here-"
"No, you're not here. You're with Samantha. You weren't here for what? Months. You can't say I'm here anymore. That... word was lost some time ago when you thought I wasn't enough."
"It this why you aren't here often? Because of what I did with Samantha? I love you Ellen. And never forget that."
"You don't mean that. If you love me, you would have never been with Samantha. Well, if you want to sleep with Samantha, go. I'm not going to stop you because I want a divorce. I'm sick of being second. If you excuse me, I'm going to go now. Don't Ellen me as I'm leaving." I left the kitchen and grabbed my coat. He stood there speechless for a moment, until he realized the chicken I saw before was going to burn in the oven. Jake was still on the stairs as I exited my house.
I was crying as I walked to my car. It felt stupid to cry. Brian didn't deserve tears from me. No, actually, these tears go to my children for what is about to happen to them. Luckily, they don't have to deal with it for a long time. They are almost grown-ups ready to live their own lives.
I entered my car in the driver's seat, and sat there. Where was I suppose to go? Who should I see? What should I do? I slouched into my chair. It started raining. That was perfect. Rain. They only remind me of tears. I reached for my phone and called a number I haven't called in a long time.
"Agent Carlisle," Duncan answered. I sighed. He picked up, even if he didn't check the number and is at work. That probably means he's busy, but it didn't hurt to ask.
"Duncan, hi, it's Ellen," I replied happily.
"Hi, what can I do for you today?"
I asked, "Well, I was wondering if you are free right now?"
"Surprisingly, yes. It's a good time to call."
"Great. That's excellent. Wondering if you want coffee. Feel kind of down."
"Sure. The same spot I saw you yesterday?"
"Sounds great." I started up my car. The little coffee shop will be open. Right? I have never been there later than 6.
"Bye."
"Bye." He hung up the phone. I threw my phone to the passenger's seat, hoping that it would land on my jacket. It did of course. I pushed the pedal hard, and started to drive to the little shop.
It was the second time I was going to see him today. I thought I wasn't going to him ever again, let alone once. Twice? Now, something is happening.
There was the coffee shop. I pulled in and stopped my car. I exited the car as I pulled out the emergency umbrella from under the passenger seat. It was plain black, all boring. I opened the umbrella, and walked to the door, making sure I wouldn't get wet. The shop was open. An even better day. I entered the little shop and there he was. Duncan was sitting there. He didn't have a coffee like he did this morning. I guess he was waiting for me. He looked up and saw me. "Ellen," he said. I sat down at the seat beside him.
"I told him I want to divorce," I told. Duncan looked at me and nodded.
"It's understandable. I mean, it was going to happen sooner or later.," He explained. "Is there any other reason why you called me other than to complain about your marriage?"
"I did say I feel kind of down the drain today." He looked at me. "Okay, ya. Coffee?" Duncan put money from his pocket on the table. "I can pay you know." But of course, he didn't listen. He picked up the money he originally placed on the table, and order two cups of coffee. After thanking the server and getting the coffee, he came back to the table. "Thanks."
"You're welcome. I'll be the one thanking you later." I took a sip of the coffee he got me. It was my regular. From all the time he held my family and myself hostage, I guess he learned what my coffee order was. It wasn't that hard to learn if you pay attention. He was paying attention before? Wait; what did he mean by 'I'll be the one thanking you later?' Is it suppose to be some tricky question?
"Did you solve your murder yet?"
"Not yet. But I will work later tonight. There is no where I need to be after this but there. Families need justice out there." We were the same in some ways about work. We will both save people, but sometimes, we has to kill (or let) people (die). He makes people feel better and worst at the same time. Just like I do. Which makes me feel like we have a little connection through our minds like we can read each others thoughts. I have never felt that with Brian. Maybe this relationship will turn out better than the last one, if we actually have a relationship. We have kissed, like 2 times, but really doesn't mean anything. It's just a kiss.
"I know. I do the same thing everyday too. Try to bring a family justice in their own way." Duncan took a sip of his coffee. I assume it's black, but I guess he could have different preferences depending on his mood. Probably not though. "Do you get to see your daughter?"
"Yeah. A lot of the time." At least he gets to see his kid. We finished our coffee in silence after that.
"Do you want to head to my car?" I asked. "You don't have to. I know you're planning to head to work."
"Sure." I grabbed my coffee and umbrella, and walked to the exit. Duncan did the same. Once we were outside, I realized it stopped raining. It was clearing up. That was good. No more black skies today. I hope.
We entered my car. He sat in the passenger seat while I was in the driver's seat. I put my umbrella in the back and my coffee cup in the cup holder. He said curiously, "Did you have anything you wanted to say out here that you couldn't in here? I mean, it was pretty much us in there." I grabbed his face with my hands. He had a rough face, something that my husband doesn't have that I wished he had. I kissed him. I promised myself that I wouldn't be like Brian, and cheat. But I couldn't help it. My mind is spinning with emotion in a confusing way to process it all.
I think I startled him with my actions as much as someone could catch a federal agent off guard. He kissed me back as soon as he realized I was kissing him. Duncan started to lean closer to me and soon enough, my back was pressed up against the door. My hands moved from his face to his hair. One of his hands was supporting my back so I wouldn't be lying down on the seat, while the other was playing with my hair just the way I liked it. I came up for air, and kissed him again after I got some.
A minute or two. Or three. Or four. Or I just lost count of the minutes that passed. Well, however long it was later, Duncan, I assume, hit the radio button.
With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic I'm slipping under
With a taste of a poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic
And I love what you do
Don't you know that you're toxic
I got up immediately as he sat back down on his seat. I turned off the radio. We looked into each others eyes like that song meant a lot. I may have blushed a little because he started to laugh a bit. "Ellen. It's okay," he said as he used the back of his hand to brush my hair behind my ear. I think I blushed again after he said that. It shouldn't be blush worthy, but if news reporters ever found out, I would be screwed along with him. He kissed me passionately for a moment. I enjoyed the short moment. It ended."I should go now. Bye Ellen. See ya tomorrow." He got out of the car and walked to his truck. I looked at the path he took to get to his car blankly. When tomorrow? Where tomorrow? I felt like it would take a while until tomorrow. But I can wait. It's not like any of us are going anywhere.
I tried to fix myself to look presentable for my family to see I just got coffee for a breather. Not for a make-out session with Duncan. Luckily they don't know anything about Duncan yet. Or I hope they won't know until my divorce thing has settle.
Speaking of divorce, I need to hire a lawyer to help with everything. This will cost a lot of money. Maybe I can ask Duncan for his divorce lawyer, or a recommendation on one. It would may my life easier.
I started my car and headed back home. It was time to leave. If I was gone for any longer, they might start to worry where I am.
Once I arrived home, I exited the car and grabbed my purse. I walked inside to see my family. Well, mainly the kids. No one was at the door. It's like they didn't know or care that I was gone. That's probably true now. I have not been in the house the past week too long for them to ask questions where I am or where am I going. I threw off my shoes and hung up my purse. "Mom, where's your car keys?" Morgan asked. At least she noticed I came home. I started to head up the stairs.
"In my purse!" I yelled as I finished climbing the rest of the stairs.
Moments later, she said, "Mom?" I climbed back down the stairs to see what she needed.
"Yes?" Oh no. I saw her holding a FBI badge. So much for not letting the kids know about Duncan and I.
"Why do you have a FBI badge in your purse?"
Let me know if you want anything in this story specifically. I can try my best to fit it in.
Also, the song I used in this is called Toxic: [by] Britney Spears
