Three Thousand Miles(118)

“Will someone please explain what is going on here?” Michael says in a confused voice. Adrian turns to him.

“Chad had Alanna tied to that chair, he beat her and he forced himself on her.” Adrian screams. I lightly squeeze his back to get him to calm down and he looks furiously at me.

“Is that true?” Michael says as he rushes over to Chad and grabs him by the neck. Chad pushes Michael away from him.

“Yes its true, I wanted him to suffer and the only way I could do that is by hurting her.”

“After all these years you can still not get over the fact that your wife is a whore.” Michael shouts, Chad lunges forward and grabs Michael he pulls him close and he says.

“Don’t talk about my wife like that,”

“Don’t talk about your wife like what?” Zara says as she enters the room.

“Oh here she is now my darling wife; please enlighten us about what you were discussing in the kitchen with Adrian.” I turn to look at her and she wrinkles her face at me. I shake my head at her and I would love nothing more than to leap forward and rip off her smug face. However, I control my desire as I crave to know what has brought on Chad’s horrendous behaviour. Zara quickly walks over to her husband and I gaze at her.

“Darling, Adrian and I were just talking that’s all.” She says as he places her hand onto his shoulder. He quickly pulls her hand away from him and he grips her tightly.



“Don’t lie to me I heard you. Now tell them before I do.” My heart is racing and I cannot breathe. I turn to Adrian but he does not make eye contact with me. I am frozen as I await Zara’s words.

“No I can’t,” Zara says firmly. I stare at her and I feel that I need to say something.

“I have just been through hell and I deserve to know why, now tell me.” Adrian pulls me closer to him and he looks down at me.

“Baby, we cannot discuss this here please lets go and I will explain.” I shake my head at him. “No, I need to hear it from her.” I turn again to face Zara and she looks as if she is made of stone. Nothing seems to bother her and she is standing very arrogantly. I almost think that she likes this situation and that she wanted this to happen.

“Tell her,” Chad shouts. Zara jumps at his voice and I see that she is human after all.

“Okay, okay, Adrian and I were talking about William.” She finally says.

“What about him?” I ask quickly. Zara exhales as she begins to talk.

“William is not Chad’s son, he is yours Adrian.” My heart sinks at her confession and I cannot keep my balance. I grip onto Adrian as hard as I can and I cannot hold back my tears. Adrian lifts me into his arms as he glides out of the room. My tears are flowing and I cannot take all this in. The little boy with green eyes belongs to Adrian. He has a son and I cannot breathe as that thought enters my mind. I faintly hear Mr Jenkins as Adrian glides through the hallway.

“What on earth is going on?” Mr Jenkins says in a worried voice. Adrian does not stop to fill him in he keeps walking as he says, “I am leaving and you can ask Chad the reason.”

Adrian places me onto the bed and then he franticly begins to change his blood soaked clothes. He quickly takes off his jacket and throws it on the floor and then he does the same with his torn shirt. He replaces them with a black jumper and then he rushes into the bathroom. He does not fully close the door and I can see him slipping on his jeans. He glides out of the bathroom and then he starts to pack our things. He throws all his clothes into the Louis Vuitton carry bag and he zips it firmly. He walks over to me and he kneels at my feet. I lift my eyes from the floor and I look at him. His hair is messy and his face is blood stained. I reach over to the table by the bedside and I lift the box of tissues. I take one out and I begin to wipe away the blood from Adrian’s face. He gently closes his eyes at my touch and I can finally speak.

“Adrian do you really have a son?” I ask quietly. Adrian opens his eyes.

“I don’t know if I believe her,” Adrian admits.

“The boy has your eyes and your beauty.” Adrian leans forward and leans his head onto my shoulder.

“Baby, I am sorry,” Adrian says in a slow voice. I lift his head and I clasp his face in my hands.

“Adrian it was not your fault.” Adrian pulls back from me.

“What if he is my son, how will you feel about that?” I take a minute to think - what if. What if Adrian does have a son I could not stand in his way if he wanted to be around him and I would not expect him to chose. Adrian has wanted a family all his life and now he may have a child. Although it may not be the traditional way but never the less William may be Adrian’s little boy. His green eyes spoke to me and I should have realised who he was. Adrian is wondering how I would feel if William is his son and the only way I can respond is truthfully.