Loving my Former Enemy

Chapter 15

Alina POV:

“Good Morning.“ I heard from somewhere nearby as I walked through the foyer.

I had woken up a few hours back after reading the entire book of Wuthering Heights all over again, then decided to go for a short walk while it was still dark.

I wasn’t in the least familiar with this town, but I was glad that I didn’t get lost or run into a kidnapper as I tried to keep myself healthy and fit, even though I know that I won’t.

My eyes widened a little the moment I opened the door and found him there. Resting my hand on my chest, I breathed heavily.

“You scared me.“ I said back, walking to the direction of the kitchen. I sensed his presence behind me as I sat down on one of the chairs.

“Where were you at for thirty minutes?“ Lucas asked me.

I grabbed a cold bottle of water from the mini fridge beside the refrigerator. Opening it, I took a huge gulp before replying.

“As you can see, I am sweating and am in extreme need of water. I took a little walk around...the block?“

His face morphed into worry. “Why, though? You’re just going to gain more weight because of your pregnancy, and it’s….” He stopped speaking the moment I shot him an angry glare.

“No, I don’t mean it in a bad way…I’m just trying to understand why you would put yourself in danger by doing that when there’s no outcome to it?”

I sighed. He had a small point there, if I’m being honest…but I already put myself in danger by being here with whomever he really is, so I don’t think that should matter to me now.

”Hmm, well it’s fine. I am not hurt I am completely fine, aside the morning sickness…so no need to give me an unneeded lecture about being safe.” I said back, a little harshly.

”Fine, then…I won’t give you any lecture. But please, do tell me if you want to leave first. Safety comes before all.”

Not trying to get into an argument, which I was sure would happen if I refused, I nodded. “Yeah, sure.”

He breathed out in relief and then walked towards the refrigerator. “Are you hungry?”

I nodded slowly. “Yeah, but I don’t feel like eating right now. Maybe later…” I said to him, unable to trust he won’t somehow poison the food. I can never be so sure.

”I think you should eat, at least for the baby.” He said back.

”Fine, I’ll fix me a bowl of cereal….no need to help, I got this.”

He thought about it for a few moments, before nodding. “Alright. The bowls are in the high cabinet, so I’ll get them for you.”

”Thanks.” I said lowly, grabbing the box of Frosted Flakes from where I found it was sitting on the counter.

He gave me a bowl with a spoon and handed me the milk from the fridge, sitting it on the counter beside the cereal.

I fixed me a medium sized bowl and then closed the cereal box back along with placing the milk back on the top shelf in the fridge.

Sitting down on the chair with the cereal, I began eating silently as Lucas just stood in a nearby distance looking around.

I paid him no heed and finished my breakfast, before sitting the bowl and spoon inside the sink for him to wash. I didn’t feel like doing it.

I grabbed the half empty water bottle and finished the rest of it, throwing the now empty bottle away in the trash bin, then leaving the kitchen.

I could sense him still behind me, causing me to turn around and see for myself. He was.

”Is there anything you need?“ I asked.

He shook his head. “Uh….no.”

”Well, why are you following me, if I may ask?”

“Oh, I didn’t mean to…I was leaving to head upstairs as well.” He said.

I nodded. “Oh okay.” Turning back around, I quickly went up the stairs and closed the door behind me after walking inside the room.

Going to the bathroom, I locked the door and undressed myself, in need of a cleanse. I felt all sweaty and hot.

Once I finished my shower, I dried myself and quickly dressed into a regular shirt and jeans I found inside my luggage from home. I missed wearing my own clothes, somewhat.

Afterwards, I put my hair into a side braid. I wasn’t feeling anything too fancy, but nor was I feeling my typical bun or ponytail. I didn’t know why.

Finishing, I picked up the copy of Wuthering Heights that I finished reading yesterday, off the chair, and left to go return it back to the bookshelf.

Going Inside the room, I placed the book back in its rightful place, before picking a different book. I wasn’t familiar with its name, but the plot I found at the back seemed interesting.

Leaving the room with the book, I walked back inside the room and sat down with the story.

After a few minutes of reading, I had gotten extremely bored for some reason. The story was fine, but I was loosing interest by the second.

Grabbing a homemade bookmark I brought from home, I placed it on the page I left off at and then closed it, leaving it on the stand beside the chair.

I sighed and got up. I was feeling bored here and I couldn’t get on my phone without having to risk Tristan finding me. I had about two more days.

Remembering what I internally told myself yesterday, I left the room and slowly walked towards the room I found Lucas in yesterday.

After finding that he was keeping secrets that I couldn’t handle, I needed to know who he really was and what he wanted from me.

If the secret was minor, I’d probably shrug it off….but he knew about me, and he knew about Tristan. That meant, he knew more than he was supposed to. I wanted to know why and his actual reasoning for being so nice.

As I got closer to the door, my steps became slower and more cautious. I stayed close to the wall, to keep myself from being caught, if he was in there.

I heard no sound coming from the room, it was extremely quiet. After staying still for a few minutes, I looked inside the room and saw it was empty. No Lucas in here.

So I left the wall and walked inside the room, although still cautious while doing so.

I looked around the room, trying to find something that could give me a hint on who he really was.

As the minutes passed, I found nothing that could help and started to get frustrated. There was normal stuff here, nothing suspicious at all. Or so I think.

Looking through a pile of papers on the desk in the middle of the room, something beside it caught my eye.

Picking up the weird looking piece of paper, I saw numbers on it. I wondered what it belonged to.

It was hiding behind a few files, so I figured either it was just sat there and files just happened to be sat onto it, or either it was hidden in plane sight purposefully. Maybe not for me to find, but for him.

So I kept the paper in my hand and started to examine it a little closer, trying to figure out what it belonged to.

Then, a thought crossed my mind as I looked at it further. It was number with no words, not long enough to be a phone number or short enough to be an address, so either its a password or a code.

Figuring I was right, I looked for a computer or any device in the room that it could belong to, but found none. I looked in the most obvious places, then started at the more difficult ones….but nothing.

‘So maybe it isn’t a password.’ I thought, and then my thoughts were confirmed as I ran into a weird looking shelf.

The shelf looked weird to me, because I noticed the lack of materials on it, only a few….and because it had an opening in it that wasn‘t too visible.

My hand fumbled around for a key or button that would open up whatever was hidden behind this shelf.

Then finally my hand rested on a small black button between a stapler and a pack of sticky notes.

I pressed down onto it and then came a keypad that was hidden well. I looked back at the paper and pressed in the numbers.

The moment I finished the last of the numbers, the shelf immediately opened up and I found a box resting behind it.

I looked back to make sure that he wasn’t close. I walked to the door and shut it, before coming back to the shelf.

The box was just sitting there, halfway open. I picked it up and removed the top from it.

Sitting down on my knees, I laid the box in front of me and proceeded to pick up what looked like pictures.

The moment I looked at the first set of pictures, a loud gasp left from my mouth.

The photos were all of me. These were times I was when I was depressed after my fathers death. I wondered why there was pictures of those times, and why he had them.

Then I picked up the next set, which were of the little times I was outside. My eyes also found a photograph of  the time I went to Planten un Blomen with Tristan, also the time we went for dinner a day or two after I went to see my family, who now hates me.

There was also a picture of when we walked outside to the lake, including a photo of me going inside of his private hospital-like clinic.

My eyes were widened to slits as I took in all this. Why the hell was I being photographed and why I didn’t know? This was extremely shocking for me.

I was so caught up in my thoughts, I didn’t notice there was another set of pictures in the box.

I picked them up and immediately looked at them. My breath hitched as I saw what was on them.

It was pictures of me and my ex-boyfriend, Louis. These were all pictures taken by us and some of them, others took for us. But there was only one copy of each, and these were the original photos.

Why in the hell would this man have all these photos? Who was he?

As I thought about it, the door clicked open. My head immediately turned in the direction of it.

I wasn’t surprised or terrored in the least, as Lucas came inside the room with a look of confusion.

The moment our eyes landed on each other, he gulped. “Uh, what are you doing in here, Alina?”

My eyes grew angry as I looked at him and back at the pictures. “What the hell is this? Why are there photos of me? Why the f**k do you even have them?” I asked so many questions at once.

He stayed quiet, not bothering to answer my questions. That made me even more angrier.

I looked at the photos of me and Louis, a frown of my face as I noticed small handwriting. It was the same handwriting I noticed on some random papers I found on his desk.

’Alina and I together….forever. My love, my Lynna.’ I read in my head.

My eyes widened as I read it over and over. All the times Lucas had reminded me of him, the time he slipped up and called me the same thing, the familiarity in his grey eyes. Not only that, but Ms. Kathy. Her real name is Katherine, according to Lucas.

At first, I couldn’t even start to think that Ms. Kathy could be the sister of Lucas, because she looked nothing like her. But then I started thinking of the similarities between them. Their hair and their eyes were practically the same, she just looked older and more mature than what I remembered her to be. Her hair was a little more darker than It was before, but it was almost the same.

Why didn’t I notice it before? All the hints were there and I refused to acknowledge them. The possibility of him being the boy I fell for, the same one who broke me, it was there….but I wouldn’t have believed it until now.

”You’re him….aren’t you? You’re not Lucas, you‘ve been lying to me this whole time! You’re Louis, no?” I stood up and walked towards him, hot on his heels.

The moment I said that, his eyes widened. “Alina…..I can explain….ever-“ I stopped him for continuing with his bullshit lies.

”No need. Everything that comes out of your mouth is all lies, I can’t believe you. Besides, everything is clear in front of me, I don’t need you to explain.” I said and walked out of that room.

He ran after me, yelling my name but I didn’t turn back. Walking back to the room, I frantically packed back up my bags and clothes.

Grabbing my luggages, I grabbed them and descended down the stairs with them, with some difficulty.

The moment I got to the door, I opened it and walked out. Arthur wouldn’t be here until another one or two days, but I can’t stay there anymore. Not after I know the truth.

The tears started to fall down my face as I continued to walk farther away from that house.

I just couldn’t believe the truth. He was him all along. If I knew this in the beginning, I would’ve taken the risk of staying with Tristan, than walking away and getting myself back into what I walked away from years ago.

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TO BE CONTINUED…..