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Pleasure Island-By LindaG and Foraoo.	By : Foraoo Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 1513 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 9- Love Lost.

*~* William Hayes III *~*

“I pray to God that Darren never learns what a evil horror of a man you are.”She whispered in my ear, her breath warm on my skin despite the distance of nine years.“Tell him I love him.”A fiA fireball was walled up in my chest, a tangled pain of regret and loathing. “I’m not evil…I’m not.” A small voice insisted. It took a moment to realise it was mine. I lay drifting on the realm of daybreak. Past thoughts delved in and out of my consciousness.
Our wedding day and the joy that I felt in the realisation that we would spend our lives together from that moment on. Darren playing as a child, his laughter dancing around his mother as she held him tight to her breast. Darren, the miracle child. The child that should never have been. I think that was the beginning of the end for us, the day we learned she was pregnant should have
been the happiest day of our lives, instead happiness gave way to paranoia and unspoken accusations. But still I loved him, no matter what he was my heir and my last link to his mother. Once he had finished his training I would release him, release him broken. Once he had yielded to his fate and to the fact I was all he had, he could come back to me. I could be the father he lost all those years ago.

It’s strange how slow the worst seconf yof your life are. The way the desperation clung to her voice as she begged me to let her and Darren go. “You’ll never be free. I’ll find you, have the latest lover killed and bring you back, again, again and again. Then I’ll make you pay again, again and again. Darren as well. You know I’m over qualified in punishment.” My last words to her. God If I could take them back! Explain my true fees, ps, perhaps she’d still be with me. I remember her body seemed to float backward, down towards the water, as a scream tore from my throat.

In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud by night
Chilling my Annabel Lee.

Her eyes locked on mine, almost triumphant. Her mouth shaping a perfect ‘O’ as she fell. And the gun lay at the side of the pool where it had fallen, its presence surrounded by an almost dark evil.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me:--
Yes! that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of a cloud, chilling
And killing my Annabel Lee.

A part of me died that day, along with her. A part of me died when Darren came home. As I watched him diving into the water and swimming towards his mother. I remember staring for the last time into the heartbroken eyes of my son. Staring at the heartbreak
I had caused. I turned away and walked into the house, almost feel the grief sweeping over me, shutting me off from the world as I began my plan to cover up her death.

Was I a killer twice over? Was Daniel still breathing this air polluted with my evil? As I lay there I grew to accept it. Evil. Why else would I take my son’s mother away from him? Why else would I want him broken and under my control so much? And Daniel? What evil had caused me to do what I had done to him?

The day I first saw him my heart seemed to stop, seemed to take me back years back to the day I first saw Annabel-Lee. He was beautiful, young, and god— the fear in his eyes. They darted around him in a nervous chaos. Questioned everyone that looked into
them with ‘Why?’ Beside him stood his pitiful parents,eyes gleaming, brimming over with avarice. Hard to believe that something of such perfection was the product of the greedy pair.

I remember my hands running over his shining, golden skin that first time. The feel of myself inside him. But most of all I remember the complete and unquestioned control. It intoxicated me, made me an addict. The feel of destroying something beautiful overwhelmed me. The more I exhibited my power, my dominance, the more I came back. And now those eyes betrayed nothing but sorrow; his skin, uneven with scars, had lost of all its golden hue. The body possibly dead.

Why was I so conflicted? Why was it so hard to struggle through these emotions? Before I could question it further, hands pounded on my door. “Master Hayes!” Marco’s voice screeched through the wood.

“You were under strict instructions to let me sleep!” I shouted, pulling a robe around me. I swung open the heavy door ready to fix Marco with a hateful stare but stopped in my tracks at his dishevelled state. “What? What’s happened?” It’s Daniel, he’s dead. I thought. No slaves die all the time here why wouhat hat upset Marco? Unless he was passing on news that Darren
had… My mouth grew dry as I anticipated my worst fears, I fought the urge to squeeze my eyes shut.

“It’s Darren, Sir.” I breathed in deeply. “And Master Daniel and an attendant named Cyril. They’ve escaped!” I exhaled almost violently at his words.

“What do you mean escaped? How?” I demanded.

“A plane is missing, Sir. And Gustave was found badly beaten in their chamber. He’s in a bad way, Sir.”

“Is he conscious? Does he know what’s happened?” I gripped my head in frustration. I can’t lose my power now.

“He hasn’t awakened yet, Sir. We believe the slaves injured him in their escape.”

“And the plane? Who on earth is flying the plane, Marco? Cyril and Daniel never had a chance to learn, they were brought here too young. And I know Darren can’t.” I paced up and down the room my frustration quickly becoming rage.

“The plane that’s missing, Sir. It’s usually piloted by an Anton Caplan.”

“By…by Anton Caplan?” I stood frozen in the middle of the room. “No, it can’t be…” I whispered.

“Would you like me to ask for a search for him, Sir?” I turned to face the young attendant. Anton, the man who had ruined my life was here?

“How long has Caplan worked here?” I crossed the distance and placed my hands on the young man’s shoulders. “How long Marco.”

“About six months, Sir.” His eyes were large with fear and confusion. Anton here for six months now? He hadn’t even bothered to change his name! Perhaps he wanted me to know? Perhaps he wanted that confrontation I had avoided all those years ago. My error in judgement had come back to haunt me. My rage so intense I had to force myself not to place my hands around Marco’s neck.

“Get me a pilot.” I growled, releasing him.

“A pilot? What for?” He asked in a tense whisper.

“I know where they’re headed.”

*~* Darren *~*

“Stop worrying, Darren. He’s stable.” The attendant insisted as he gently wiped the damp cloth over Daniel’s forehead. I twisted back roun my my seat, clutching my hands together as I faced forward. How had it changed so fast? Only hours ago I’d felt as if getting through this was possible, that I could save Daniel. And here he lay, seriously wounded at the hands of my father. I prayed silently my lips barely moving, sensing Cyril’s eyes looking toward me. I turned and glared at him and he dropped his eyes as if ashamed. It’s not his fault. I thought. They made him what he is. If it wasn’t for him we’d still be back there. Daniel
wouldn’t have lived through that.

“Thank you.” I murmured, turning to face him.

“For what?” His voice was sullen and his eyes remained downcast.

“For helping us. For getting us out of there.” He glanced up, almost shocked, but he quickly hid any emotion.

“It wasn’t for you. I wanted…I just wanted out.” I studied his dark eyes for a moment, taking in his quiet beauty. They knew who to choose; the destruction of the beautiful was their game.

“Thank you all the same.” I reiterated as I watched him with Daniel. I saw the Cyril that could have been. Gentle and caring. If we got through this maybe there was a chance for that Cyril.

“You should thank Anton, not me.” He said quietly. He didn’t speak again after that, just continued to care for Daniel lovingly.

He was right. Anton had helped us but to what end? How far could he be trusted?

“I’ll be right back. Let me know if…” I gestured towards Daniel’s sleeping form and Cyril nodded without even looking up at me. I made my way towards the cockpit, my heart thumping. Anton Caplan What kind of man was I going to find?

Stepping into the small space the sight of the sky through the window drew a gasp from me. Anton jumped in his seat at the sound.

“Darren! Please, come sit by me.” He said, and slowly I did so.

“Why?” I asked as I sat down. “Why are you helping us?” He stayed quiet for a moment, his brow furrowed in thought.

“Penance.” He said finally. “I owed you a great debt.”

“But you don’t know me!” I cried, puzzled. He sighed and glanced sideways at me.

“Darren, I have a story for you. I hope that you can forgive me when you’ve heard it, but I understand if you don’t. I…I can’t stay silent anymore.” He took a deep breath and began.” Twenty-one years ago I fell in love with a woman. I fell hard. She was beautiful, caring, everything that I ever dreamed of but she was taken. The man she belonged to—and I mean that literally, for he treated people like possessions—was a man she married in a moment of weakness mistaking infatuation for love. Once she said yes it was to late, she was his and forever would be…or so he thought. Back then I was doing small co-pilot jobs, nothing major. One of my chores was to deliver rich people to the latest society bash. It was tedious, but I hated it. Then one day I delivered her. I think I fell in love there and then. She felt the same and our affair began. I begged her over and over to leave that bastard of a husband but she refused. Why? Fear mainly, I guess. Perhaps even misguided duty. It hurt me. Here was the woman I wanted children with and she was out of my reach. ‘To have and not to hold’ as the song says. She wanted children as well. God she wanted them, but her husband was infertile you see. She didn’t know this when she married him, in fact he never told her. She learned about it when she was cleaning his office. She found a folder marked ‘Confidential’. A paper fell out and she read it. He blamed her! Can you believe it? All that time and he made her think it was her fault. She never corrected him. It wasn’t her nature to humiliate him so he never knew she knew that secret. Then a miracle happened. She became pregnant! Now I was desperate for her to leave, he had to let her because he knew the truth! But he never said a word. Both of them trapped in lies and stayed together. Our affair continued, her marriage a constant barrier between us and when our son arrived it was he who held my baby, him that raised my first-born. Stupidly, I accepted it. ed ted to that life because I loved her so much. Our affair continued like this for twelve years. Twelve years of love, passion, jealousy, anger and sorrow. I don’t know how I coped. Then one day as we lay together she said ”I’m leaving him, Anton. I’m taking our son and leaving him.” Ecstatic but
shocked I asked her why, but she wouldn’t tell. She only revealed she knew how he got his money. She was anxious to get out before his evil touched her and her son. We decided to run away together and arranged to meet at a beach house where we often rendezvoused. I argued a little, told her that if she came then she and their son would lose that life of privilege. What could a poor pilot offer them? Perhaps it was best if she stayed with her husband, but if she did it was over and she would never see me again. Kissing away her tears I said goodbye and waited for her to return with our son. Return to me.

“She never came. Evidently she took my advice and chose to stay. Heartbroken, I returned home.” His voice broke as he finished and he squeezed his eyes shut, silencing a runaway tear.

“Did you see her again?” I asked, my mind racing.

“See her?” He smiled. “I saw her every day in my thoughts. Imagined her and my son, imagined us together. Five years had passed since that day. I was miserable and poorer than ever and the only thing that kept me going was imagining them. Finally on my son’s eighteenth birthday I hired a detective to find them. Shocked, I discovered her husbands ‘real’ business. Discovered my son’s unhappiness and acts of rebellion but most of all my love’s death. The death that occurred while I waited. Shot and left to die in her pool, found by our son.”

“No…” I pleaded. “No… no!”

“Darren please!” He reached for me. I leaned away.

“You’re not my father. My father is William Hayes III. My father wouldn’t leave me there. He wouldn’t!”

“Darren, nothing but death would have stopped me from getting you back if I’d known. But things were complicated, you must understand…”

“There’s nothing to understand, nothing to forgive because you are not my father!” I tried to rise but his words stopped me.

“And neither the angels in Heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.”

I knew he spoke the truth in that moment. Something in his voice revealed his soul t. I . I turned with my eyes full of tears. I wanted to punch him, I wanted to embrace him, but most of all I wanted to live through this to be with him.

“When I found out she was gone, that Hayes might be responsible, I decided to become one of Hayes’ pilots and work my way into Hayes’ secret life. To find a way to bring him down and reclaim the son I lost. You, Darren.” Tears ran down his face openly now. I found myself nodding solemnly.

“How soon do we land?” I asked, my voice surprisingly steady, noting his shocked and disappointed look.

“About thirty minutes. Darren, please…” I fled the cockpit, breathlessly locking myself in the toilet.

Sinking to the floor I pulled my arms round my knees and sobbed.

I cried for myself, for Daniel, for my mother and Anton and their lost love. Finally the tears retreated leaving a hollow shell that
stared up at the ceiling and wondered where it all went wrong.

*~*William Hayes III*~*

A plane wasn’t available till morning, but it didn’t matter. They wouldn’t escape me, nobody could. A giggle bubbled in my throat and threatened to erupt. Smiling softly, I cradled the gun to my chest…
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