Can Dreams Come True?
Chapter 2: The Reply
By: Margueritediamond
He received the reply almost three weeks later. He was standing in the middle of his room reading the familiar flowery writing.
My Dearest John, You must understand that due to extreme circumstances the answers to most of your questions is no, except the how are you. I am fine. Please understand its better the less you know. I have already taken precautionary measures to ensure your safety as well as mine, Such as, I had Miguel deliver this letter. That way the danger is lessened and I don't have to mess with stamps and such. I'll never forget you. Please Understand. Yours, Marguerite
It was a good thing that man had came to his room and wouldn't allow anyone but him to touch the letter. Clutching the letter he ran down the stairs to try and stop the man before he left. He exited the house to see the man drive off in a black car. Thank God his mother was getting ready to leave. "Sorry, mother, need the car" He said as he got into the car his mother was wanting to take somewhere. "Follow that car" he ordered the driver. "Yes, Sir" They followed a short distance behind. They ended up in the countryside of London. The car they were following pulled into a farm. The man got out of the car and walked around the farmhouse. Roxton had the driver pull in after the man had disappeared around the corner. "Stay" He ordered the driver as he exited the car and began to slowly creep around the corner. On this side of the house there were some small shrubs and a tall evergreen tree. He walked as close to the house as the plants would allow. As he passed by the evergreen, he was grabbed by the man. A knife was pressed to his throat. "You followed me" said his captor. "Do you know where Marguerite is?" said Roxton. "Why?" said the man pressing the knife closer to his throat. Before he could answer a familiar voice interrupted their conversation. "Miguel, let him go he's harmless." Miguel immediately let go of Roxton and put the knife in his pocket.
He received the reply almost three weeks later. He was standing in the middle of his room reading the familiar flowery writing.
My Dearest John, You must understand that due to extreme circumstances the answers to most of your questions is no, except the how are you. I am fine. Please understand its better the less you know. I have already taken precautionary measures to ensure your safety as well as mine, Such as, I had Miguel deliver this letter. That way the danger is lessened and I don't have to mess with stamps and such. I'll never forget you. Please Understand. Yours, Marguerite
It was a good thing that man had came to his room and wouldn't allow anyone but him to touch the letter. Clutching the letter he ran down the stairs to try and stop the man before he left. He exited the house to see the man drive off in a black car. Thank God his mother was getting ready to leave. "Sorry, mother, need the car" He said as he got into the car his mother was wanting to take somewhere. "Follow that car" he ordered the driver. "Yes, Sir" They followed a short distance behind. They ended up in the countryside of London. The car they were following pulled into a farm. The man got out of the car and walked around the farmhouse. Roxton had the driver pull in after the man had disappeared around the corner. "Stay" He ordered the driver as he exited the car and began to slowly creep around the corner. On this side of the house there were some small shrubs and a tall evergreen tree. He walked as close to the house as the plants would allow. As he passed by the evergreen, he was grabbed by the man. A knife was pressed to his throat. "You followed me" said his captor. "Do you know where Marguerite is?" said Roxton. "Why?" said the man pressing the knife closer to his throat. Before he could answer a familiar voice interrupted their conversation. "Miguel, let him go he's harmless." Miguel immediately let go of Roxton and put the knife in his pocket.