Daisy looked out of the window and sighed. Kurt still hadn’t told her where they were going and it was bugging her. He’d told her it was a surprise and she hated surprises. In her mind, there was nothing worse than having someone tell you that you were being given something/taken somewhere/doing something and then have to wait for several painstaking seconds, minutes and sometimes hours before the surprised was forced on you.
“So where are we going?” she asked him for the third time since they’d got in the car and left the street. She was giddy with excitement, yet tormented with the unwillingness to wait.
“It’s a surprise.” He told her again, chuckling at the impatience that was laden in her voice.
She pouted and sighed, “So why didn’t Danny come? I thought we were supposed to be all going together?” She was confused. They’d planned to spend the whole evening together, all three of them. Yet, when they’d arrived Danny had plonked himself down on the sofa, insisting that he had things to do; things that surely could have waited until later.
Kurt drew a long breath. He didn’t want to tell her as she didn’t need any more stress and worry. But if she continued to hound him like this, he was going to spill it all out anyway. He hated keeping secrets from her. No, scrap that, it was more like he couldn’t keep secrets from her. The look she gave him when she knew he was lying was awful. It tugged at his heart strings and he just couldn’t do it to her. “He just had some things to talk over with your brother…Lawyer stuff.” He told her, trying to keep his face as straight as possible.
She watched him out of the corner of her eye and studied his reaction as he spoke. He was lying; she could tell. Every time he lied, his eyes twitched and his eyes would stray from her gaze. She leant her elbow against the car door and placed her head in her hand. “You’re lying.” She murmured softly.
He turned his head to look at her and he watched her shuffle in his seat. “Not lying.” He told her confidently. “Just bending the truth slightly. I’m not going to tell you, Daisy. There’s just some stuff that we’ve got to figure out before we tell anyone else and that includes you. There’s stuff no-one understands and if we can’t understand it, it’s going to be difficult for others to.”
“Right, so it’s about me, then, is it?” she scoffed, incredulously. “Don’t you think I deserve to know the truth? Don’t you think I’ve been through enough lately? Why won’t you tell me, Kurt?”
“Daisy, it’s not that I don’t want to tell you, I just can’t. We agreed to find out as much as we could before we told you anything. We could be completely wrong about everything. We could be barking up the completely wrong tree and we don’t want to upset you unless there’s nothing else possible. Just please, trust us and I promise that everything will be okay.”
She groaned and shifted herself in the seat so that her back was facing him. “I’m not happy about it, Kurt. You’re keeping things from me and I’m really not happy. I thought I could trust you not to hide things from me.”
He pulled the car over into a parking space and pulled her around to face him. “I know, and you can, but it’ll all be worth it in the end. I promise” She softened at his touch and allowed him to soothe her. “Anyway,” he continued, “We’re here.”
She looked around the car park and saw nothing. No cars, no buildings, no nothing. “And where exactly is ‘here’?” she asked, bemused.
“I used to come here as a child.” He told her, and her face dropped in confusion once more.
“How far away from home are we?” she looked around again for any signs as to their location. “I can’t see anything for miles.”
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The Lonely Widow (Completed) (Editing)
RomanceWhen nineteen year old Daisy receives news that her husband has died whilst serving in Afghanistan, she hides herself away in disbelief of the news she's heard, cuts off all ties to her friends and leaves the house only to hound the Army on how her...
