Alex opened the door to his car and slid himself behind the driver's seat.
Slamming the door he looked up at the manor house he had just exited and
shook his head with confusion. Where had it gone wrong? One minute,
everything was fine he had managed to get through to Lara or so he thought
and in the next she had just changed. He was used to her mood swings but
this was something different, he could feel that something was wrong but
just didn't know how to deal with it. Alex had only ever seen this sort of
behaviour from her once before, just after her plane crash when the two of
them first started to date. She felt as though she wasn't in control of
her life and went about trying to set it right, the way she acted was
frightening and it scared Alex to think that she was heading down the same
path again. A path only altered by the introduction of adventure and guns.
Turning the ignition he slammed the car into gear and let the machine take
him down the gravelled driveway and out of the front gate.
Lara watched the car speed down the driveway from her balcony and let a tear slide down her cheek as realisation hit her. Once again she had forced him away from her and she knew that pretty soon he would get sick of the way she was treating him and he would leave her for good. Turning away from the balcony she picked her way carefully through the glass that covered her floor and walked into her room. The bouquet of flowers that Alex had bought for her were lying on the floor next to his jacket from where it had fallen when he dropped them after discovering the blood on the floor. She walked over to them and sat down in front of them, picking up the jacket she held it close to her. Lara lifted it to her face and brushed the fabric against her cheek, she breathed in gently and the scent of Alex's aftershave filled her senses. How much did she long to have him next to her? She remembered how safe she felt as he held her, how he stroked her long hair as she cried against him, how his scent disarmed her as she rested her head on his shoulder. But what was it she really felt for him? She couldn't work out whether it was love or mere infatuation but she knew something, when she was with him no matter how much he annoyed her she felt wanted.
Slamming the door to his apartment Alex threw the plastic bag he had been carrying on to the soft leather chair and threw his keys onto the glass coffee table that sat in the centre of the room, on impact the keys went straight through the glass and a rainbow effect was scattered across the room as the sunlight caught the pieces that lay menacingly on the carpet daring him to pick them up. Immediately Alex was reminded of Lara, everything did. He took the bottle of vodka out of the bag and unscrewed the top taking a large mouthful; he grimaced as he swallowed it. It was her fault he was drinking again but that was Lara all over wasn't it; she helped him when he had his drink problem and cleared him up only to turn around and be the sole cause for him to start again. To him she was like a drug that once taken you were dependant on, the high and buzz you got was like no other, but the come down you got was worse than being shot. Looking over at the broken table Alex saw the newspaper that had fallen and now lay with the front page looking up at him, a familiar face seemed to stare back at him. It was Lara. Grabbing the paper from the floor he pulled it close enough to read the text and found himself having to re-read it until he knew the text word for word. Next to the text was a series of small photographs, and Alex had found the reason Lara was acting the way she was. Not caring at the fact he had been drinking and was probably over the limit he cut his hand as he grabbed the keys from the glass littered floor and raced out of his apartment not even shutting the door behind him.
'Miracles can happen apparently as these exclusive photographs show. Lady Lara Croft, 29 daughter of Lord Henshingly Croft but most famed for her daring adventures was caught on camera yesterday morning buying a pregnancy test from a local chemist. Friends say that she has been very close to fellow adventurer Alex West recently and was becoming broody. turn to page 5 for more.'
Hillary read the paper with a blank expression. Surely Lara would have discussed this with him if she had thought she was pregnant and most certainly would have made sure that he had gone to get the test to avoid this type of media speculation. He thought back to the past few days and became conscious of just how little attention he had paid to her. If she was ever in trouble she went to him so why was it that he had only just realised that some things Lara needed him for she couldn't always approach him about. He remembered hearing her crying that morning and it dawned on him why she had been. He wondered if Alex knew about this, what if that is what the argument was over that morning between them? He shook his head as reality dawned on him, his employer and best friend was pregnant by the worlds most irresponsible man and it was splashed all over the tabloids as well. By now half of the population of England would know, and the thought crept into his mind that he dreaded the most. Her father might know!
A/N thanks for reading this guys, I'm going to keep trying to update as much as I can. Reviews about suggestions about where you would like this story to go would be great; after all I have to keep my audiences happy! xXx
Lara watched the car speed down the driveway from her balcony and let a tear slide down her cheek as realisation hit her. Once again she had forced him away from her and she knew that pretty soon he would get sick of the way she was treating him and he would leave her for good. Turning away from the balcony she picked her way carefully through the glass that covered her floor and walked into her room. The bouquet of flowers that Alex had bought for her were lying on the floor next to his jacket from where it had fallen when he dropped them after discovering the blood on the floor. She walked over to them and sat down in front of them, picking up the jacket she held it close to her. Lara lifted it to her face and brushed the fabric against her cheek, she breathed in gently and the scent of Alex's aftershave filled her senses. How much did she long to have him next to her? She remembered how safe she felt as he held her, how he stroked her long hair as she cried against him, how his scent disarmed her as she rested her head on his shoulder. But what was it she really felt for him? She couldn't work out whether it was love or mere infatuation but she knew something, when she was with him no matter how much he annoyed her she felt wanted.
Slamming the door to his apartment Alex threw the plastic bag he had been carrying on to the soft leather chair and threw his keys onto the glass coffee table that sat in the centre of the room, on impact the keys went straight through the glass and a rainbow effect was scattered across the room as the sunlight caught the pieces that lay menacingly on the carpet daring him to pick them up. Immediately Alex was reminded of Lara, everything did. He took the bottle of vodka out of the bag and unscrewed the top taking a large mouthful; he grimaced as he swallowed it. It was her fault he was drinking again but that was Lara all over wasn't it; she helped him when he had his drink problem and cleared him up only to turn around and be the sole cause for him to start again. To him she was like a drug that once taken you were dependant on, the high and buzz you got was like no other, but the come down you got was worse than being shot. Looking over at the broken table Alex saw the newspaper that had fallen and now lay with the front page looking up at him, a familiar face seemed to stare back at him. It was Lara. Grabbing the paper from the floor he pulled it close enough to read the text and found himself having to re-read it until he knew the text word for word. Next to the text was a series of small photographs, and Alex had found the reason Lara was acting the way she was. Not caring at the fact he had been drinking and was probably over the limit he cut his hand as he grabbed the keys from the glass littered floor and raced out of his apartment not even shutting the door behind him.
'Miracles can happen apparently as these exclusive photographs show. Lady Lara Croft, 29 daughter of Lord Henshingly Croft but most famed for her daring adventures was caught on camera yesterday morning buying a pregnancy test from a local chemist. Friends say that she has been very close to fellow adventurer Alex West recently and was becoming broody. turn to page 5 for more.'
Hillary read the paper with a blank expression. Surely Lara would have discussed this with him if she had thought she was pregnant and most certainly would have made sure that he had gone to get the test to avoid this type of media speculation. He thought back to the past few days and became conscious of just how little attention he had paid to her. If she was ever in trouble she went to him so why was it that he had only just realised that some things Lara needed him for she couldn't always approach him about. He remembered hearing her crying that morning and it dawned on him why she had been. He wondered if Alex knew about this, what if that is what the argument was over that morning between them? He shook his head as reality dawned on him, his employer and best friend was pregnant by the worlds most irresponsible man and it was splashed all over the tabloids as well. By now half of the population of England would know, and the thought crept into his mind that he dreaded the most. Her father might know!
A/N thanks for reading this guys, I'm going to keep trying to update as much as I can. Reviews about suggestions about where you would like this story to go would be great; after all I have to keep my audiences happy! xXx
