The Darkest Pleasures

Chapter 32

Chapter 32

Avery’s POV

*May 23, 2011

My senior year was spent how I intended to live all my four years here at Cheshire Academy, which was alone and bitter. I don’t know why I even came back here. All my friends were gone. No one could even bare to come back and look at this place. I haven’t exactly heard from Ray, but word on the street was he couldn’t bear to see my face because to him all of this was my fault. Dick and Hazel stayed back in England to attended school it was too painful for them to come back and relieve the memories. Then as for Zoey, she was dead, buried deep into the ground in the cemetery just down the road from here.

There was so many times where I spent time in my bedroom thinking about all the past memories we had together. The memories that swirled around how for some odd reason I thought Ray and I were perfect together, even after all the times he abused me. Then even after all the times he forced me to become more like Hazel. A girl that I was in love with, the girl who called me out for who I truly am back to that very first day of freshman year. I can remember every touch that she had ever given me. Just the pure thought of it caused me to develop goose bumps on the spot. However, that’s beside the point because she won’t talk to me either.

Maybe that’s the reason why I made a spontaneous trip out to London to go see her. It was because I loved her, and I needed answers that I knew only she could answer. 

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*1 Day Later

It was strange being in a different city full of different sights and smells. But, I wasn’t here to be a tourist; I was here on a strict mission. That mission being to find Hazel and confess all my feelings towards her. I didn’t exactly know where I was going. The only thing I really remember Hazel or Dick ever talking about was living in a place called Hampstead. Then there was the fact that their father was George Emerson. So I was hoping there would be some sort of sign on a front gate or something at their house. I mean wealthy movie director families do those kinds of things right?

Getting a cab here should be pretty close to getting one back home in the city right? All I have to do is wave my hand and bam taxi. I walked over to the edge of the road right out of Heathrow airport trying to find where exactly a taxi was. I mean I was used to yellow and brightly colored taxis. So this shouldn’t have been too hard. However, the only color I could see was black. They said taxi on them so I guess this was my only bet.

I quickly hopped in the taxi only to be awakened to reality of a British man’s voice.

“Where to love?”

“Uh….Hampstead?” I muttered.

“Alrighty.” He said staring to pull away from the airport.

It was what felt like miles and a tremendous amount of sights later the taxi driver spoke to me again.

“Ok, where exactly are we heading in Hampstead Miss?” He asked.

“I need to go to George Emerson’s house.” I said in an unsure tone of voice.

“Mr. Emerson’s House. Are you hear on business, I can tell you’re not exactly from around here.” The man spoke back.

“Ugh….not exactly I am friends with is children. I went to school with them back in America.” I spoke quickly.

I could see from his rearview mirror that his eyes went big the moment I said I was friends with his children. I guess them having a reputation was true.

“Ah… the Emerson twins. An interesting lot those two are. Well, lucky for you they live just around the corner so we should be there momentarily.” He said with a grin.