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Secrets

It's not like I'm a clingy person. I believe I'm a strong independent woman who doesn't need a man, but does love one. During the Europe tour, I believed that down to the core. Therefore, I told absolutely no one about what was happening to me in Roger's absence. I did my best to bite the bullet and continue life as usual while he was gone. I even moved back into my own house for a bit before I forgot what it felt like to be wrapped in his satin sheets or to smell him in all the clothes I wore. When I got back from work of a morning, I didn't sleep. Instead, I just did housework or sat in the kitchen reading. Eventually, Roger's mother, Winifred Taylor, came to stay with me. We got on like a house on fire and she was a companion to me when no one else was at home.

"Brian? Are you in here?" Roger half-yelled from the lounge of Queen's penthouse suite. Knocking the phone repeatedly in his hands, Roger was anxious.
"Im at the fridge." Brian finally replied, poking his head out of the refrigerator.
"Look," Roger began, walking into the glossy kitchen.
" I just got a call from my mother. Did Lucy have insomnia when she was younger by any chance?" Brian nodded at this, surprised that he had asked.
"Lucy had nightmares a lot. She wouldn't sleep properly for weeks. We eventually had to dose her up to get her to sleep." Brian explained, closing the fridge with a can of soda in his hand. Roger was shocked.
"You drugged her? Brian you can't drug your own daughter." He demanded, eyes wide.
" Is she okay?" Brian asked, just as worried as Roger was.
"Mum said she's been crying and yelling in her sleep. Did that ever happen before?" Brian considered this for a few moments, unsure of how to phrase what he was about to say.
"Roger, I think you and I need to talk."

After two weeks, I didn't expect Roger and my dad to show up at my doorstep at 8am. It was a complete shock when I opened the door to find them there. I think I nearly sent my father def.
"ROGER!" I screamed, hand over my mouth in shock.
"I wasn't gonna leave you here for five weeks! Especially after I found out about your sleeping habits. Go and pack a bag." I felt my stomach knot behind my hand.
"What? How?" I asked, the knot tightening. I looked at dad for reassurance, only to find a face as still as a grave.
"He knows, Luce. Our secret isn't hidden anymore. Roger knows about everything." He answered, looking at me. I didn't believe in crying in front of people, ever, but my body obviously didn't believe that. I felt tears forming and my throat constrict. I fell into my father, crying. He hugged me, rocking me gently and kissing the top of my head. He knew how difficult it was. How hard dealing with people knowing was for me, even though it wasn't so bad. He knew I just 'didn't wanna go there'.
"Go on and take Roger to help pack your bag. He's been stuck to me like glue when we haven't been wanting to kill each other." He laughed, releasing me. Still sobbing, I walked as fast as I could to my bedroom, Roger hot on my tail. I slammed my door and leaned against it as soon as he walked in, wishing that this would block out everything. I looked at Roger, wondering how much he had been told.
"What do you know?" I asked, wiping my face and sliding down the door. Roger stared at me before sitting down right in front of me.
"I know you're not actually Brian's daughter. When you were 14, your parents kicked your out. You went to the only people you trusted: your cousin, Brian, who had identical hair. Brian and Chrissie took you in and adopted you five months later, hence the tiny age gap between you and Brian. I know you used to have nightmares every night when you first moved in and hardly got any sleep. I know the only person who could calm you down was Brian. I know you don't like people knowing you're adopted because you don't ever want to admit to where you've been and what your life used to be like. i know the only reason you are a nurse is because Brian supported you to do something amazing with your life. I know that I've been with you for four months and I never had guessed you had gone through so much. I know you've been having nightmares recently again. I know it's because I'm not there to make you feel safe every night. I know you need me and I need you."

He had read me like an open book and it had left me in shock. Shaking, I let him pull me into himself.
"And it doesn't make me think of you any differently." He added, kissing me. He tasted warm and like he'd drank excessive amounts of coffee. He laced his fingers through my hair, gently pushing me against the door and kissing me deeper. He melted me. I was ice and he was fire. There was a knock on my door that made us pull apart like teenagers again.
"Rog, just remember we don't have time for you to get laid. We are on a very struck schedule." My father reminded from the other side of the door. I laughed silently, resting my head on Roger's shoulder.
"Wouldn't dream of it." Roger replied, looking sideways at me.
"I guess my secret's out." I whispered, looking at the floor. Roger stuck two of his fingers under my chin to tilt my head up.
"And I couldn't care less."