Long Lost Love

Chapter 5

The sound of people yelling at each other told me if I hadn’t come earlier someone would die. I walked into the kitchen where Sylvia and my mom were and they were yelling at each other for God knows what. They were both glaring at each other as if they were each other’s prey and the other was the predator.

“What’s going on in here?” I questioned sitting on one of the island chairs and Sylvia glared at me before saying, “Why the hell where you not at breakfast?”

“I didn’t want to come,” I replied curtly and I noticed she became angrier.

“Lola when I invite you to dinner or breakfast I expect you to be there because I will have important news to share with you. If your mother didn’t teach you manners and only taught you how to sleep around that is not my problem, you have to change. I also noticed you didn’t sleep here but slept at another man’s house, like mother like daughter. Don’t you dare tarnish the Henstridge name Lola or else I swear you’ll regret it,” she warned while glaring at me throughout her whole “speech”.

This was what I had to deal with everyday of my life. Sylvia bossing me around along with her son already stressed about Jayden’s baby mama I couldn’t deal with a bitchy mother in law. Not now anyway.

“Sylvia, don’t you dare talk to my daughter like that,” yelled my mom which surprised me considering she acted like I wasn’t even her daughter for the past couple of months. “I know we have our differences Sylvia but you have no right to mistreat my daughter like you are doing. Lola has lost a lot of weight and her hair doesn’t even have the shine it had to it before she married that beast you call a son…”

My mom was cut off by a sharp slap that came from Sylvia and I don’t know if they were hormones or I had just had enough but I slapped her back and my hand went to my mouth but I decide to drop it not wanting to seem like I regretted it. I couldn’t believe I had slapped my mother in law. That was messed up, big time.

“I am not sorry for what I just did but never ever insult me or my mother and don’t even dare raise up your hands to slap her because if you do I’ll make sure you die a slow and painful death,” I muttered through gritted teeth and I watched as her face became pale and she stormed out but not before cursing under her breath.

I suddenly felt myself engulfed in a hug and I smiled before leading my mom to my room where I told her of what had happened after the wedding.

“You deserve so much more,” my mom said and I nodded as I got up to pick a suitcase.

“Where are you going asked my mom curiously and I replied, “London.”

“Why are you going to London?”

“Remember Uncle Bob’s castle, the one he left me when he died? Well I had turned it into a resort and I want to see how it’s going,” I told her and she nodded before giving me a hug and answering her phone which was ringing. She mouthed bye as she left the house and I packed several clothes into the suitcase.

I texted Chris telling him everything before driving to the where the Henstridge private jet was waiting for me. I wasn’t used to flying alone but I decided I had to if I wanted to think clearly after everything that had happened. That was what I was telling myself, I was going to’ clear my head’ but deep down I knew I was running as usual.

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I was currently at the castle resort taking my favourite white horse out for a ride. I hadn’t been riding much over the years but after a few miles I had the hang of it. I felt relaxed as I rode over the green plains for a few hours before going to feed Miley, my horse some red juicy apples I was craving but according to the horse obsessed man who had taught me to ride, ‘the horse would eat first and the human would follow’. It was a stupid rule but here I was following it, I guess old habits die hard.

After feeding Miley I went to take a relaxing shower before retiring to bed. I had a good night’s sleep knowing that neither Sylvia nor Jayden could spoil it for me.

The next morning I woke up at eight, correction I was woken up by Chris and Benedict. “What are you two doing here?” I asked as I looked at both of them sleepily.

“Well Chris has a big mouth and I wanted to check up on you,” Benedict told me while sitting on my bed and I smiled before telling them I was going to shower. as much as I hated to say it I kinda had a small crush on Ben though I never dared say that, I was married even though my marriage wasn’t that perfect I didn’t want to have the role of the unfaithful wife. The crush had been before my engagement to Matt and it wasn’t that serious, it was like those celebrity crushes.

After my shower I wore a long flowery dress that was cut one side from my knees. I decided on a pair of sandals and let my hair fall down in curls also remembering to apply some makeup on before going to order breakfast.

I was met outside my door by Benedict and Chris. We all walked down the stairs and a girl bumped into me while running away from another girl. I held the girl in my arms and noticed she was the exact replica of me, the same chocolate brown eyes, dark brown hair and pink plump lips.

My first thought was it was Vanessa, but then Vanessa was dead. My thoughts then drifted off to the dream I had been pushing to the depths of my mind not wanting to even consider it, the possibility of Vanessa being alive.

It started with me being told Vanessa was dead by my parents and then me crying until the funeral. It always ended with me looking at the little frail body in the coffin while screaming to join her but I would be pulled back by Matt and Chris who would be acting strong for me.

“Lola!” Chris yelled when I hadn’t been replying him all this while, I raised my eyebrows and he rolled his eyes while Benedict started laughing.

“You’ve been off since that girl bumped into you. What’s up?” he asked concernedly and I looked around before pulling him and Ben aside where there weren’t a lot of people.

“I’ve been having this dream about Vanessa for a while now but in the dream I see her dead body,” I whispered nervously and Chris ran his hands through his hair nervously.

“We didn’t see the body after her death,” mumbled Chris and I knew that was what was what had been wrong with the dream.

In the dream I saw the body but I hadn’t seen her body in real life. There had been a body in the coffin on her funeral now I couldn’t help but wonder if the body wasn’t Vanessa’s.

Benedict and Chris share confused looks before Chris decided to speak up, “I know you’re thinking she might be alive but you need to let such delusional thoughts cloud your mind please.”

I was hurt he had thought I was delusional but I brushed it off thinking maybe I was having delusions but what if I wasn’t and I let it go just like that?

“Let’s say she isn’t dead, who would’ve faked her death?” Benedict asked.

“I don’t know,” I responded with a harsh voice as I was trying to wrap my head around everything.

“I don’t understand,” Chris said confused.

“Neither do I but now we need to figure this out before something happens.” Ben and Chris looked at each other before nodding and we all decided to head for a movie and some ice cream after that although I couldn’t help but keep wondering what the truth was.