Axel:A Bad Boy Romance(4)

Chapter Four



Cate was buckled into her car seat in the back. She was humming  something to herself as Marie followed the directions towards the  Harksburg Historical Home. She made a turn on Main Street of Harskburg  and she smiled at the view. Harksburg was the quintessential small town.  Locally owned stores lined Main Street, there was a dance studio, a  small grocer, a coffee shop, a handful of little restaurants, and a  brick building that held a modern looking gym.



This was exactly what she wanted: a small town where she could escape.  No one knew her here. She had no history. She wasn't Austin's girlfriend  anymore; she could be anyone and she could do anything  –  all of the  things she had never been allowed to do before. She could plant a  garden, take a dance class, take up painting  –  her options were endless.  She could see her entire world like a flower in front of her. It had  always been a little bud, but now her life was blossoming.



The Harksburg Home was situated right next to the large and imposing  municipal building. She stared in awe at the house as it came into view.  It was a real mansion. It was the kind of place a movie star would live  in, not some single mom on the run. It stood three stories tall with  elegant marble columns lining the front of the house. The building was  made bright red brick and it stood out in the early morning light. The  clean windows were lined with impeccable white shutters. The lawn was  green with an imposing row of hedges between the mansion and the street.  It was stately and imposing; important people had stayed here and Marie  felt small and little as she pulled her car into the parking lot.         

     



 



Taking Cate by the hand, she walked up to the back door. She knocked  once and the unlocked door pushed easily open. Peering inside Marie saw a  scattered looking office that led to a small gift shop she could see  through another door.



"Hello?" Marie called out as the door creaked open. No one answered. She  took a step inside; behind her Cate clung to her leg as they looked  around the new room.



The floors were a shiny wooden surface and they creaked with every step.  The small cluttered office was lined with windows. There were piles of  paper everywhere and a variety of plants on the many windowsills.



"Stay here," Marie said, walking over to the doorway and poking her head  out into the museum's small gift shop. There were books lining the  wall, a series of Christmas ornaments on a rotating display case, and  another wall covered in pictures and postcards for the local town. An  older woman was standing in one corner talking to a visitor; she saw  Marie and gave her a wave and a smile and signaled she would be done in  one minute.



Cate was standing by the window gazing at two birds that were sitting in  a tree outside. Marie walked over to her and put her hand on her  daughter's shoulder, leaning over and kissing her on the top of her  head.



"I'm so sorry about that!" the older woman said as she came bustling  into the room. She looked like she was in her sixties, but she didn't  appear to be taking old age lying down. She had short, grey hair and was  wearing a pair of jeans, sneakers, and a sweater. She had boundless  energy and she walked right to Marie and pulled her into a strong bear  hug. "I did not mean to leave you waiting! I don't want you to get the  wrong idea. We are so glad you and your beautiful daughter have come to  stay with us." She broke the hug and looked down at Cate who had grown  suddenly shy and was hiding behind Marie's knees.



"Cate can be a little shy sometimes," Marie offered.



"Oh, I understand it. My oldest still hides anytime she has to meet  someone new. I'm Ingrid Michele; you can call me Ingrid. I'm the head of  the Harksburg Historical Council. I was a lawyer my whole life, but  history was always my passion. Now that I'm retired I can devote all of  my time to it. Are you ready for a tour of the house?"



"Yes," Marie answered trying to process all of that information at once.  She took Cate by the hand and followed Ingrid through the gift shop and  into the mansion proper. The place felt big and old as she walked  through it. All the rooms were massive in size with high ceilings and  giant windows. It was nothing like the modern houses in Arizona she was  used to. This house was an old lady; it had character and history in it.  She hugged the walls as she walked as if the house itself was watching  her.



"So, the gift shop and office space used to be a servants' entrance and a  space for the servants to work. Here we have the grand entrance," she  said as they walked towards the front of the building. The walls were  covered in a deep and rich wood paneling; the floors were made of a  similar wood with sumptuous carpets interspaced throughout. Everything  was impeccably clean and shining. "This is the main doorway; visitors to  the museum will use this entrance." The door was almost twice as tall  as Marie and heavy; they opened it and she could see the wrought iron  detailing on the front while ivy, vines, and flowers made from metal  climbed up the door.



Everything in the house was detailed and intricate. There were faces  carved into the bannisters and crown molding in every room. The claw  foot furniture was luxurious with opulent fabric covered in brightly  colored birds and green foliage. There were huge fireplaces in every  room with gorgeous fire screens in front of them.



"Down here we have the sitting room, the ballroom, and the main dining  room. In the basement we have the working kitchen and the servants'  quarters. But we can go over them later. Let's go upstairs so you can  see the apartment and get settled." Marie's heels clicked loudly as they  hiked up the large wooden staircase in the middle of the house. "Here  we have the bedrooms and the children's rooms," she said as they stopped  on the second floor landing. Ingrid walked to another door and produced  a key that led to the third floor. She unlocked the door and together  the three of them walked up the flight of stairs, "and up here is your  apartment," Ingrid said as she opened another door.



Marie was nervous as she walked up the dark and tight staircase that led  to her and Cate's new home. She thought of the house she left behind  –   the very modern condo Austin had purchased. It had been too big for them  and everything in it had been new. It had been a "smart house" with  cameras in every room and motion-activated lights. There were TVs and  built-in speakers in every corner and Marie hated it. It had been modern  and tasteless and impersonal. An interior decorator had purchased all  of the art that hung on the walls, and she had no attachment to any of  it. But even though she hated it, she couldn't deny their old place had  been very nice, far nicer than anything she could ever afford on her  own.         

     



 



Her biggest fear about leaving Austin would be where she would live.  Both of Marie's parents died when she was a child. An aunt, who had  passed only a few months after Cate was born, raised her. There was no  one else. She had no family she could lean on or turn to. When she  imagined leaving Austin, the thought of living in some flophouse in a  dangerous neighborhood always halted her progress.



As they came to their third floor apartment, Marie held her breath as  the door opened. But she needn't have worried. The room was bright and  airy with large windows open to the breeze. The walls were painted a  soft green with white trim. There was a living room, kitchen, two  bedrooms, and a bathroom. It was fully, if sparsely, furnished and  perfect.



A smile spread across her face as she ran her hands over the soft couch  in the living room. "It's perfect," she whispered as she held back  tears. This might actually work. She could live here in this apartment  with her daughter and no one else. She was going to be free. No more  getting screaming at, no more lying about the bruises on her arms and  stomach, there would just be peace and happiness here.



"Can I go see my room?" Cate asked and Marie nodded and let go of her  daughter's hand. She felt the immediate emptiness when Cate was gone,  but she needed to let go a little. She hadn't escaped Austin just to  lock Cate up. Her daughter had spent enough time living in fear.



"We were so glad when we got your résumé," Ingrid said as they both  watched Cate run to the smaller bedroom. "I was worried we were never  going to find a trustworthy candidate to live in our old house."



"I'm really grateful for the opportunity," Marie answered. "You have no idea what this means to me."



Ingrid nodded and looked at Marie from the corner of her eye. "It was  surprising that you could start so early. We figured it would take  months to find someone who could move to town."