The bright 8am sun fell through the window. I rolled over onto my right and opened my eyes. At first I thought I was seeing things when Will wasn't next to me. I happily sighed when I realized he really wasn't there. I lay my hand over where he usually was and tugged and pulled at the sheet in that area.
I woke up and pulled the curtain back to let the sunlight into the room. That's right Will, I thought to myself, I am pulling the curtain open to let everyone see what's inside this room. No more coverups. I went over to the closet and took at the note that Jake gave me the other day. I smiled and held it close to my heart and swayed. I silent tear fell down my cheek, as the thought of getting out of this house and going back to my family filled my head. But no, I had to be strong. I quickly wiped my tears away and went downstairs.
The smell of cinnamon and cream filled the air as I came down to the kitchen to find Lynn making breakfast. A smile lit up her face when she saw me coming downstairs.
"Good morning dear! I hope you like cinnamon waffles!" She said excitedly as I came around to the kitchen.
"Thanks Lynn you really didn't need to go through all that trouble." I said kindly. I took a seat on the counter as Lynn brought me my waffles and coffee. I took a bite hungrily, freely, without Will being near me. I savored the first bite. The waffle tasted amazing, and I found myself reaching in for another bite. The taste of Lynn's cooking was familiar to me, although I couldn't place my finger on it. Then it hit me-it was my mothers cooking that I tasted in Lynns. I hadn't tasted my moms food in so long, but I hadn't forgotten the taste from the times I did. I put my fork down, unable to eat anymore. Lynn noticed immediately and asked me,
"What's the matter, you didn't like them?"
"No no, they're delicious, in fact they are exactly like my mother used to make, I haven't tasted waffles these good in a long time." I said.
"Well maybe your mother could make them for you more, you seem like you enjoy them," she said.
"I suppose." I said quietly.
"Speaking of, where does your family live?"
"I don't know," I answered.
"What do you mean? You don't talk to them?"
"Not in a long time."
"Unfortunately that does happen sometimes. I suppose your family didn't approve of you marrying Will-and now you don't talk. Happened to my own son," she said sadly. "Married the girl of his dreams, even though I told her she wasn't right for him. But he did it anyway."
How could I tell you Lynn, how wrong your assumption was...
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Trapped
RomanceEmi Tassel has got the life of her dreams-or so she is told. Captured by her stalker Will, she has spent three years pretending to be his loving doting wife, trying to look for an opportunity to escape. That's when their new neighbor Jake moves in...
