Le Garritsen

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Martijn's POV

So it was a pretty normal couple of weeks.

Sure.

I mean, after Elena, nothing and I mean NOTHING has been normal.

God. So Mama kicked me out of the house today. Apparently Elena didn't want me around when she spilled the beans. That's right. She's gonna tell Mama everything.

I don't understand why she can't tell me. I mean, I told her about my,um, incident. I think I deserve to be trusted. Nevertheless, Mama says out, so I'm out. Sigh.

Elena 's POV

Oh.My.God.

What am I going to do.

Mrs.Garritsen wants me to tell her what happened to me.

God, I'm fucked.

I told her I didn't want Martijn here, just so I could stall and also... I mean, not like I have a chance with him, or even that I like him, but I don't think he should know how messed up I am.

She agreed. Martijn's going to Julian 's house. Oh, and even better, Mr.Garritsen is going to be there too. To hear my great big story that is.
I kinda think he was the one who suggested the thing in the first place.
Who would want to keep a battered up girl in their house for close to 2 months without knowing what happened to her.

Well, I have to go downstairs now. I was just wasting time on the terrace garden until it was time. It's 10 minutes past now.

Martijn's POV

Elena. She looks a little scared. She waves to me and starts to come over but I tell her I'm leaving soon. Seeing the apprehension on her face, I tell her she'll be alright. I don't know if I'm imagining it, but I see her loosen up and a different air,almost one of confidence, come into the picture.

What secrets do those dark eyes hold? Not my day to find out.

Elena's POV

I saw Martijn before he left. I feel a little better now. .

So, doomsday.

They're here. And they look at me expectantly.

I open my mouth to let the lies I had conjured out, but in that moment, they all flew away.
These people had fed me and cared for me when I was helpless and injured.

I may have hardened up since... since then, but I'm not so immune to affection. I can't disregard all of that.

And so, the next time I open my mouth, the truth flows out. And I'm crying my heart out. And Mrs.Garritsen is holding me and Mr.Garritsen looks softened. Sympathetic, even.

And then, I tell them I can't go back. They say they understand.

And Mr. Garritsen drops a bomb.

I'm in need of a secretary.

Those 6 words could most possibly change my life.

No more grovelling and running.

Maybe this was it. I could renounce my past and make something of my future.

Oh lord, please don't let me fuck this up.