My passport seemed to be taking so long to be ready. And Ema’s cousin seemed to be taken por the beauty and charm in Europe. I had a life that didn’t mean anything, sleep, eat, and drink. Not even working. It’s been two weeks since I’m in Robert’s house. Ema visited me whenever she could. I didn’t dare to walk two steps after the front door of the house or the seguinte thing I’d be seeing is me on the ground, my hands behind my head and taken to prison to spend probably the rest of my life in it.
Among everything I didn’t have the slightest feeling of guilt. I thought I was right that I did what I did and refused the fact that I may be wrong.
As I stepped into the small living room, I looked around me. How did I end up here with Ema’s driver in his house sitting all dia long in his living room, starring through the window at the streets which I longed to go and walk through them. Even mais painful thoughts came up on my mind while I’m sitting and doing nothing. My thoughts had driven me away. Recalling every single memory I had in my mind since the dia I killed that man until the dia Robert caught me, when my life suddenly became very pleasant and uncomfortable to me. dia after dia I asked myself did it worth it? Turning my life to colina because of him? I could’ve run away, oh indeed I could. It wouldn’t have been be hard at all. But I got out my entire anger in that faca that I pushed in his coração to kill him at the moment. Here I am sitting again beside the window I thought.
A brief moment passed when I could clear my head just to see Patrick’s picture following me and his voice in my ears as if he was talking to me at the moment. I couldn’t forget his words at the night I left their house. Their influence was to powerful that I could hardly take them out of my head. It was since the last time I have seen him, I was questioning my decision in killing my husband. Questioning it but yet not feeling guilty. As every time I start to convince myself and say that it was wrong and unacceptable, another part of me says oh but he hurt you so much he would’ve hurt mais women after you. I was fooling no one but me. How silly I was for thinking in such unreasonable way!
Robert suddenly came and interrupted my thoughts. He looked exhausted and worried he was in a situation I didn’t use to see him in it. He’s a good man, and a loyal friend. He was wearing a blue t-shirt and jeans. He gave me a smile and sank in the first chair he saw.
“You look exhausted” I said. He looked up at me and said
“No I’m fine, just a bit tired”
“Aren’t you going to Ema’s today?”
“No”
“Why is that?”
He moved progressivo, para a frente and put his hands against his knees and looked downwards “I think I’ll never go back there again” He said sadly
“What why wouldn’t you?! I mean Ema would want to visit her aunt in the fancy house of hers sometime and she’ll need you”
“Well I had just made a big mistake that I may lose my job”
I looked at him in wondering eyes tried to read his face which seemed very much in pain. He knew what I’ll ask next; therefore he suddenly looked up at me and said in an angry accent
“Well, you want to know why. I’ll tell you why. It’s because I’m having an affair with her- her adored daughter’s nanny. I amor her and she loves me back and we knew it’s only a matter of time before Ema would catch us, and that happened today. When I finally got to see her she threw herself in my arms unaware that Ema was about to get out of the house.”He calmed down a little took a breath then said calmly.
“She saw us and she gave me an angry look. I came back here without a word”
After a brief minuto of silence I said “Wow you are in amor with Meredith!”
“Karen ….”
“I know sorry, sorry I am stupid. But come on she is neither beautiful nor charming, unlike you”
“What a good reason not to fall in amor with her Karen”
“What?! Forgive me to be sarcasm, but come on you just left! I mean you didn’t even listen to Ema. She may not be as angry as you think! Skipping a dia in your work and having to cancelar all her appointment that what makes her angry! I don’t think that she even cares that you are having an affair with her daughter’s nanny!”
“Well Karen, you weren’t there and you didn’t see her look” He said that and got up moving towards his bedroom. I followed him telling him
“You have to go and talk to Ema. She’ll be mad if you don’t!”
As we reached the door he stode and said:
“Karen, please I’m hungry can we have a nice jantar please.”
“Sure. I’ll cook if that would make you feel better. I don’t want you to be upset on my birthday.”
“It’s your birthday!” He said shyly “Well happy birthday” He said and gave me a smile and swiftly got into the room and stroke the door behind him in my face. I know you are not in a good mood and I’ll forgive you I whispered as if I was talking to him.
I was genuinely happy that I have such a good friend who’s simple, caring, and clever. I felt completely satisfied that Ema chose him to find me and let me stay in his house. Or if it has been someone else god knows who he would be. I started to walk in the cozinha discovering it as it was the first time I get into it. He didn’t let me cook all these two weeks, he used to do it, but since he was in a bad mood I was the one who has to cook. And I have no idea how he ate what I cooked, it was barely eatable. But he wasn’t in a mood to complain about anything so he sat on the other side of the mesa, tabela silently and ate his dish.
I started to pick up the plates and placed them in the sink. I got into the bathroom to wash my hand, I opened the water tab and washed my hands looked at myself in the mirror, how pale I was and thin, I wasn’t sleeping nor eating well all this period of time. I moved quickly to the hanged towel unaware of the after shave cream Robert had left on the edge of the washer opened, so my hand dropped it accidently on my yellow camisa “Damn it” I whispered. I got up to my room to change and thought of an idea that might cheer up Robert. As my room was upstairs beside the supplies room, I was going downstairs and didn’t wait to reach the end of the stairs to talk instead I said while I was going downstairs:
“Hey Robert why don’t we get a birthday cake ……” A shocking surprise was waiting for me dawn in the hall beside the front door. Robert was standing and Patrick was beside him. They both looked at me, and Patrick was surprised to see me in his house as he slightly opened his mouth with amusement. I felt very nervous but managed to finish my way downstairs with shaky legs, and searched my voice which seemed to disappear por the sudden appearance of Patrick. “Hi Patrick” I said shakily
He turned to Robert and said confusingly “What the hell is she doing here?!!”
“Patrick……”
“I’m talking with him. I’m waiting Robert”
“Mr. Widmore” Robert said “Mrs. Widmore told me to hide her here for the time being. She is trying to get her a fake passport so she can travel to Mexico. I don’t understand I thought Mrs. Widmore told you!”
“Well it seems that this slipped from her memory” He said that and walked towards the door.
“Patrick wait” I shouted “Please don’t hate me I know that you do but I don’t want you to hate me …….” My word had no influence on him as he didn’t even bother turning around he got out of the house and stroke the door behind him. He must hate me I thought, I lied to him after all. But wait he wouldn’t be upset that much if he didn’t care that means he cares yes he does care! My lips slightly curved to a smile and I felt a certain satisfaction
“Are you ok?”Robert asked
“Yes I’m perfectly fine” I answered without turning around.
Among everything I didn’t have the slightest feeling of guilt. I thought I was right that I did what I did and refused the fact that I may be wrong.
As I stepped into the small living room, I looked around me. How did I end up here with Ema’s driver in his house sitting all dia long in his living room, starring through the window at the streets which I longed to go and walk through them. Even mais painful thoughts came up on my mind while I’m sitting and doing nothing. My thoughts had driven me away. Recalling every single memory I had in my mind since the dia I killed that man until the dia Robert caught me, when my life suddenly became very pleasant and uncomfortable to me. dia after dia I asked myself did it worth it? Turning my life to colina because of him? I could’ve run away, oh indeed I could. It wouldn’t have been be hard at all. But I got out my entire anger in that faca that I pushed in his coração to kill him at the moment. Here I am sitting again beside the window I thought.
A brief moment passed when I could clear my head just to see Patrick’s picture following me and his voice in my ears as if he was talking to me at the moment. I couldn’t forget his words at the night I left their house. Their influence was to powerful that I could hardly take them out of my head. It was since the last time I have seen him, I was questioning my decision in killing my husband. Questioning it but yet not feeling guilty. As every time I start to convince myself and say that it was wrong and unacceptable, another part of me says oh but he hurt you so much he would’ve hurt mais women after you. I was fooling no one but me. How silly I was for thinking in such unreasonable way!
Robert suddenly came and interrupted my thoughts. He looked exhausted and worried he was in a situation I didn’t use to see him in it. He’s a good man, and a loyal friend. He was wearing a blue t-shirt and jeans. He gave me a smile and sank in the first chair he saw.
“You look exhausted” I said. He looked up at me and said
“No I’m fine, just a bit tired”
“Aren’t you going to Ema’s today?”
“No”
“Why is that?”
He moved progressivo, para a frente and put his hands against his knees and looked downwards “I think I’ll never go back there again” He said sadly
“What why wouldn’t you?! I mean Ema would want to visit her aunt in the fancy house of hers sometime and she’ll need you”
“Well I had just made a big mistake that I may lose my job”
I looked at him in wondering eyes tried to read his face which seemed very much in pain. He knew what I’ll ask next; therefore he suddenly looked up at me and said in an angry accent
“Well, you want to know why. I’ll tell you why. It’s because I’m having an affair with her- her adored daughter’s nanny. I amor her and she loves me back and we knew it’s only a matter of time before Ema would catch us, and that happened today. When I finally got to see her she threw herself in my arms unaware that Ema was about to get out of the house.”He calmed down a little took a breath then said calmly.
“She saw us and she gave me an angry look. I came back here without a word”
After a brief minuto of silence I said “Wow you are in amor with Meredith!”
“Karen ….”
“I know sorry, sorry I am stupid. But come on she is neither beautiful nor charming, unlike you”
“What a good reason not to fall in amor with her Karen”
“What?! Forgive me to be sarcasm, but come on you just left! I mean you didn’t even listen to Ema. She may not be as angry as you think! Skipping a dia in your work and having to cancelar all her appointment that what makes her angry! I don’t think that she even cares that you are having an affair with her daughter’s nanny!”
“Well Karen, you weren’t there and you didn’t see her look” He said that and got up moving towards his bedroom. I followed him telling him
“You have to go and talk to Ema. She’ll be mad if you don’t!”
As we reached the door he stode and said:
“Karen, please I’m hungry can we have a nice jantar please.”
“Sure. I’ll cook if that would make you feel better. I don’t want you to be upset on my birthday.”
“It’s your birthday!” He said shyly “Well happy birthday” He said and gave me a smile and swiftly got into the room and stroke the door behind him in my face. I know you are not in a good mood and I’ll forgive you I whispered as if I was talking to him.
I was genuinely happy that I have such a good friend who’s simple, caring, and clever. I felt completely satisfied that Ema chose him to find me and let me stay in his house. Or if it has been someone else god knows who he would be. I started to walk in the cozinha discovering it as it was the first time I get into it. He didn’t let me cook all these two weeks, he used to do it, but since he was in a bad mood I was the one who has to cook. And I have no idea how he ate what I cooked, it was barely eatable. But he wasn’t in a mood to complain about anything so he sat on the other side of the mesa, tabela silently and ate his dish.
I started to pick up the plates and placed them in the sink. I got into the bathroom to wash my hand, I opened the water tab and washed my hands looked at myself in the mirror, how pale I was and thin, I wasn’t sleeping nor eating well all this period of time. I moved quickly to the hanged towel unaware of the after shave cream Robert had left on the edge of the washer opened, so my hand dropped it accidently on my yellow camisa “Damn it” I whispered. I got up to my room to change and thought of an idea that might cheer up Robert. As my room was upstairs beside the supplies room, I was going downstairs and didn’t wait to reach the end of the stairs to talk instead I said while I was going downstairs:
“Hey Robert why don’t we get a birthday cake ……” A shocking surprise was waiting for me dawn in the hall beside the front door. Robert was standing and Patrick was beside him. They both looked at me, and Patrick was surprised to see me in his house as he slightly opened his mouth with amusement. I felt very nervous but managed to finish my way downstairs with shaky legs, and searched my voice which seemed to disappear por the sudden appearance of Patrick. “Hi Patrick” I said shakily
He turned to Robert and said confusingly “What the hell is she doing here?!!”
“Patrick……”
“I’m talking with him. I’m waiting Robert”
“Mr. Widmore” Robert said “Mrs. Widmore told me to hide her here for the time being. She is trying to get her a fake passport so she can travel to Mexico. I don’t understand I thought Mrs. Widmore told you!”
“Well it seems that this slipped from her memory” He said that and walked towards the door.
“Patrick wait” I shouted “Please don’t hate me I know that you do but I don’t want you to hate me …….” My word had no influence on him as he didn’t even bother turning around he got out of the house and stroke the door behind him. He must hate me I thought, I lied to him after all. But wait he wouldn’t be upset that much if he didn’t care that means he cares yes he does care! My lips slightly curved to a smile and I felt a certain satisfaction
“Are you ok?”Robert asked
“Yes I’m perfectly fine” I answered without turning around.