Back from the hell – 1

It took more than some weeks for Martha to recover, but when Lionel found that she was better he finally took enough courage to kneel down in front of her and asked her to marry him.

The wedding was two weeks before, and now they'd just came back from their honeymoon in Egypt.

"I love you" whispered Martha being on top of Lionel on their bed.

"Not more than I love you" he said after join her lips.

"Of course I do!" she exclaimed giggling.

"It's impossible…" he said biting softly her lip "… because I love you more than someone can love to anyone"

"I'm sure I love you more than that…" she said tickling him.

"Do you want to play, Mrs. Luthor?" asked him laughing "'Cause you're going to lose…"

"Not be as sure…"

But the phone ring interrupted their fun.

"I take it" said Martha jumping over Lionel to take the phone before him "I won" she whispered smiling before answered the call "Yeah?" then she removed the phone from her ear "It's for you dear"

"Yeah? Hello. What? How could it be? Ok. No. No. There'll be any problem… Ok… I'll be there as soon as I can… Bye" he put down the phone with a worried face.

"What's wrong?"

"I have to leave tomorrow…"

"Where to?"

"To England… the president of the European Luthor Corp has dead on an accident…"

"Oh my god! When do you leave?"

"Tomorrow… I have to be in the funeral and I have to find somebody to replace him, so…"

"It will take you some days…" she ended.

"Yeah… I'm sorry…" he said sadly "you can come if you want to…"

"I can't… I have work here too…" she put her look down "I supposed that our honeymoon has finally ended…" she sighed.

"Well… we still having tonight…" he said pushing her against the bed and kissing her neck.

The next morning, when Martha woke up, found Lionel packing.

"Good morning, darling"

"Good morning my love" repeated him kissing her.

"When does your fly leave?"

"In a pair of hours… I can't to take the Luthor's jet because it's being repaired…"

Martha sight and hugged her legs thinking that she hadn't enjoyed her marriage life for a couple weeks yet that she would have to be already alone…

"I don't like to leave you, dear, you know it…" he said.

"I know…"

"I don't like to leave you alone…"

"I could stay to the farm with Clark…" said her.

"That would be wonderful… I would be less worried then…" They kissed as he closed his suitcase "I have to leave…"

"I'll miss you…" she said with sad eyes.

"Me too"

That afternoon Martha went to the farm with some clothes on a suitcase, but her son wasn't there. She rang him and he told her that he would be in Washington meeting a news for the Daily Planet with Chloe. He said that he would be back in three or four days.

Martha's first thought was to come back to the mansion and stay there, but it was too big to be there alone, so she decided to stay at the farm, that had been her home for too long, and where she could work with piece and silent.

When the night came she realized that she had forgotten how was a night alone in the middle of the field.

Firstly it was magic: the dark, the silence, just the light of the moon and a lot of little white points on the sky. But then there were the strange noises, the cold, and the scare.

She called Lionel and they spent nearly an hour talking. She didn't tell him that she was alone, because he would have told her to come back to the mansion, so they just talked about how much they would miss each other.

"I'll be fine, Lionel, don't worry. I miss you, too. Kisses" were the last words she sent him before put downs the phone.

Then she went upstairs. The room she had shared with her husband for as much time seemed different now. She felt… strange there... She took a photograph of her wedding with Jonathan and stared it for a while.

"We spent really nice years together, Jonathan" whispered to nobody "You still being in my heart, dear… I've just made some place for Lionel too… I hope you understand…"

"Do I have a place there, too?" asked a voice behind her. She left the photo as she remembered the past times that she had heard that voice: We'll meet again… it said once and again in her mind.

She didn't turned round, she didn't want to realize if he was there or not… she just run out the room and down the stairs, but the front door was locked. Then the remembers of the last time she'd seen him came to her mind as if she'd traveled a few months ago… She run to the kitchen's door, it was locked too. She took a chair and broke a crystal, she cut herself trying to open it, but she was too nervous, too scared… to act as well.

"I will take this as a no" said Lee coming into the kitchen and having fun of seeing Martha trying to escape.

She was getting more nervous, she heard his steps walking towards her and she felt him closer to herself… she began to cry as he caressed her neck, grasped it, and pulled her to a chair. She sat down without say anything, just closing her eyes, wishing that to be a nightmare from which she could wake up at any time.

TO BE CONTINUED…