We 7 Forever

Chapter 17: Olga

Above: Olga Circa 1914

The ride 'Home' is made in silence i don't want to talk to him and seems like he doesn't want to talk to me. Finally we arrive at a little house with roses blooming in a little flower bed at the front of the house. Surely he didn't plant these himself? What if i really am his wife and i am schizophrenic? Stop it Olga. I think firmly to myself is you start doubting yourself you will have nothing left at all. "Welcome home." He says in a gruff voice. Then to my surprise he offered me an outstretched hand to help me out of the car . I take it and coolly say "Thank you." and i walk towards the house without even looking at him. This was a bold gesture was it to bold? "Stop." He says once again in that emotionless voice. My body went rigid with fear. Had i done something wrong? Was i too bold? "Let me show you to your room." I was baffled.Show me to my room? After all this he's not going to explain what's going on?! All of sudden i felt pent up anger bubbling up inside me all the time in the Ipatiev house, The soldiers killing my family,Our arrest and everyone letting every opportunity slip through their fingers. "NO!" I yell. "NOT UNTIL YOU TELL ME WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!" I stood there in the walkway with my fists clenched up and my chest heaving up and down. "Please come inside and i will explain everything." He says in that stupid monotone voice of his. "YOU CAN TELL ME RIGHT HERE!" Finally all that rage is coming out. "Not here." He hissed. "Spies could be everywhere." Anger was starting to crack through into his voice. "YOUR PARANOID!" I scream and run inside into a room and plop down on the bed and start to cry. Out of grief. Anger. And Finally the worst of them all Out of Guilt. I lay there and cry for hours letting all of my emotions out. Maybe i really am crazy. Finally when i emerge it's nighttime. It was mid morning when we got to this gilded cage. And there he was just sitting there calmly reading the newspaper and smoking a cigar. The arrogance! "Are you ready to talk?" He asks this time with a little more compassion. I nod my head silently and somehow restrain myself from blowing up. But still my fists are clenched by my side. "Have a seat" He says gesturing to the armchair next to him never once taking his eyes of the newspaper. i almost burst out into fresh tears. The armchair was almost identical to the one we had in the mauve room. I slowly take a seat and he finally puts the paper down. "Let me start by introducing myself. My name is Teddy o'Sullivan." O'sullivan? That's an Irish name what is he doing in Turkey? " I am here to take you to England when the time is right." He continues. "Well when will the time be right?" I ask hurriedly. "Could be days could be weeks." He shrugs like he doesn't have a care in the world.