Beneath my scars, pt. 11

Published October 1, 2023
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beneath my scars

The morning sun filtered through the curtains of Ryan’s dimly lit apartment. He stretched his arms, groaning softly as he prepared to face the day. But this day was different. Today, he had a secret to share, one he’d been keeping for far too long.

As Ryan made his way to the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the faint scent of scrambled eggs. His siblings, Gabriel and Tracy, were already seated at the table, their faces a curious mix of confusion and anticipation.

“Morning, everyone,” Ryan greeted them with a smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He poured himself a cup of coffee and took a sip, gathering his thoughts.

Gabriel, couldn’t contain his curiosity any longer. “Ryan, you’ve been acting strange lately. What’s going on?”

Tracy chimed in, her eyes narrowed. “Yeah, you’ve been taking time off work, and you won’t tell us where you’re going. It’s not like you.”

Ryan sighed, realizing he couldn’t keep them in the dark any longer. He put his coffee cup down and looked at his siblings. “I didn’t want to worry you both, but I need to take some time off from the police station. I’m going away for two weeks.”

Gabriel’s brow furrowed. “Two weeks? Where are you going?”

Tracy leaned forward, concerned etched across her face. “Is something wrong, Ryan?”

Ryan hesitated for a moment before answering, “No, nothing’s wrong. I just need a break, that’s all.”

Gabriel and Tracy exchanged glances, unconvinced by his vague response. They had always been close-knit, sharing their worries and secrets. Ryan’s secrecy was unusual and unsettling.

“Come on, Ryan,” Gabriel pressed. “You can tell us. We’re your family.”

Ryan knew he couldn’t keep them guessing any longer, but he also knew that what he was about to say would raise even more questions. He took a deep breath. “I’m going to find someone.”

Tracy’s eyes widened. “Someone? Who?”

Ryan’s gaze shifted to the window, his thoughts drifting to the person he was searching for. “Her name is Isabelle.”

Meanwhile, across town, Isabelle was in her hotel room, bathed in the soft glow of the morning sun. She was on a business trip, a world away from the life she had left behind. The knock on her door startled her, and she assumed it was room service delivering her breakfast.

Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she moved sluggishly towards the door, her thoughts still muddled with dreams. As she opened it, her drowsy expression turned to shock when she saw Ryan standing there, blocking her path.

“Ryan?” she stammered, her heart racing. Her first instinct was to close the door, but before she could react, Ryan forced his way inside, his determined gaze locking onto hers.

Isabelle’s voice trembled as she demanded, “What are you doing here? How did you find me?”

Ryan, not one to waste time, responded calmly, “I’m a police officer, Isabelle. I have friends who are good at finding people.”

Isabelle’s mind raced, trying to process the unexpected presence of the man she had been running away from. She backed away from him, her eyes darting around the room for any means of escape.

Ryan held up his hands, a gesture of peace. “Isabelle, please, hear me out. I’m not here to hurt you. I need to talk to you.”

Isabelle’s fear was palpable as she found herself trapped between her past and the uncertainty of the present. “Talk? About what?”

Ryan took a step closer, his voice gentle. “About everything. About why you left, why you’ve been hiding, and about the truth.”

Isabelle’s resolve wavered, and her eyes welled up with tears. She had carried the weight of her secrets for far too long, and now, face-to-face with the man she had once loved, she felt the walls around her heart begin to crumble.

As they stood in that hotel room, both Isabelle and Ryan were faced with the undeniable truth that their lives were about to change. Secrets would be unveiled, and the past would come rushing back, demanding to be heard. But whether this meeting would lead to reconciliation or further estrangement remained uncertain, shrouded in the complexity of their shared history.

Before you can understand me, you have swim in the same water that drowned me, but sadly you can’t, so leave,” Isabelle replied…

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