Locatlie: The Lie. (Book 5)

Chapter 7

My Dearest Love,

I have been asked to write a letter to you, and I could not be happier to give you something you can hold onto for the rest of your life. You know I'm not a man that is good with expressing how I feel; I'm better at observing and explaining how others feel. So, this is hard for me. Especially because I can imagine how lost and hopeless you are right now.

I am currently in the same boat as you. I do not know what is to be expected when the trial begins. I know what they are accusing me of, but I do not know why we are being accused. It is all rather confusing for me. But then again, we did expect this to happen if the truth about your identity were to ever get out. Sometimes I wished we would've prepared for this better. But all we can do now is tell the truth.

I am currently in a Jail somewhere in Europe, awaiting the trial. I have not seen or spoken to Hugo or Trevor, but I believe they will write a letter explaining how they are doing.

I take comfort in knowing that our sister is taking care of our little Oliver. It pains me so to know that he has missed us in the same way we are missing them. I hope that you have been able to come into contact with my dear sister. If so, tell her to give Oliver an extra hug and a kiss from me.

I miss you more than you can imagine. I miss watching the bachelor, I miss sitting down with you and discussing the days. I miss seeing your smile, your grey eyes, hearing your laugh and your voice. I miss you and think about you every single waking moment I am here.

I hope to see you soon and be able to hold you.

Until then, enjoy your life, go out, have fun. I will hear all about your adventures of Seglusa seems fit, with a plate of sushi in our favorite spot.

Yours forever and always.

Will.

Dear hun,

What a time it has been the last couple of months. It seems like yesterday and yet years ago that we were on the football field in the UK, laughing together. I am currently in a jail somewhere in Europe. I have no idea exactly where we are. I am surviving day to day, mostly thinking about you, about us, about the whole situation we are currently in.

I am confused and hopeless about the situation we are in. I do not understand why I am in this position, I do not understand why we can't be together, why I can't see you. My lawyer told me that that wasn't good for the trial.

I miss Oliver with every passing minute and I hope that my dear sister is giving him the love and attention he deserves, and what you would have given him. Although, it won't be the same. I hope that we can soon hold Oliver once again. Although, I'm sure that you will hold onto him and never let him go. But I am more than content with waiting my turn, as your missing would be more than ever.

When we last spoke, you told me something that made me think. It is something I hope to one day be able to share with my brothers, but until then I will think and pray for you every night before bed. I am slowly losing my sanity without you. I miss you more than you can fathom and I cannot wait to hold you in my arms again. You are my life, my sanity, my drive, my reason to be.

I hope to see you soon,

Yours forever and always,

Hugo

Hey Babe,

I have been asked to write this letter and all the things I say here, I would rather tell you in person. But apparently, we as a country have committed a series of crimes that sound absolutely fucking ridicules. But that's the case. This sadly won't be one of many love letters I've sent to you in the past. My mind sadly is not up for that, but I hope your heart knows where mine is.

I am currently in a jail here in Brussel and my experience is as frightening as Valerie is, and I wish to leave this place as soon as possible. The trial is in seven weeks, and I hope to see you as soon as possible, because my life is shit without you.

Seriously, so fucking shit. I dream of you ever single second. I imagine us lying in bed together laughing about the most stupid stuff, I imagine holding you and forgetting everything that has happened that day, only to be engulfed in your eyes.

I wish to see you as soon as possible, but until then my mind will feast on our memories.

Until then, live your life to its fullest, and I cannot wait to hear your stories over a nice glass of wine.

Forever yours,

Your person,

Trev

I read those letters over and over again and for a full day I cried holding onto them. Their handwriting alone said so much about them. I knew how they wrote, so I knew that this had come from their hands. That meant that they actually still had their hands left. The only thing that kept me afloat was hearing that the place they were in and the way they are treated is as scary as Valerie; so he's bored out of his mind. The letters were exactly part of the plan, and I knew it worked. I knew that the team on the United League now had a certain image of them. They had told me that if I were to ask for a letter to ask three specific things, and that they would only answer those along with a confession of their love. But they all did more than I expected, they all were thinking of me, as I was thinking about them.

Trevor did not mention Ollie though, but I knew that he was probably trying to control his inner angry spirit from not going bat shit crazy. I knew that I had to now live my life to its fullest, as part of the game, but right now it was fucking hard to concentrate on anything other than how they were.

It wasn't until halfway December, when my sister Polly came in, and told me that the preparations for Christmas were happening and that they were going to decorate the tree that I decided to put this part of the plan into motion.

I stood up and helped with the Christmas tree and I did exactly as was expected of me. After two weeks though, I felt that I was enjoying myself a tad too much. I had made plans with my mother and sisters about a baby shower, we had talked about baby names. I realised soon that I was planning for a life without my husbands, without Locatlie, but with my sisters and my parents.

And that's when the doubt started to creep in, would it be smart for me to actually tell the story that we had decided upon, or would it be better to tell the truth and live with those consequences.