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| "Hand On Your Heart" by Darren Rowe Room 1, Ward 1 Somerset General Hospital As night fell and darkness settled over Somerset, Isabelle sat silently in her dark hospital room, staring blankly out the window as she clutched a small powder blue teddy bear to her chest. With the tips of her fingers gently caressing the soft powder blue fur of the tiny bear, Isabelle remained motionless, void of any sense of feeling or being as she struggled to come to terms with Caleb's death just a few hours earlier. "My baby," Isabelle softly whispered to herself as a solitary tear slipped from the corner of her right eye and rolled down her cheek as the agonising pain of losing her son crippled her. "My baby." – spencer street – Brock's Residence 20 Spencer Street Stood in the doorway of the nursery he and Isabelle had prepared for Caleb, Brock slowly looked around the freshly decorated room imagining what should've been. The cheerful pale yellow Winnie the Pooh wallpaper once considered cute and fun now seemed to be a cruel, taunting reminder of the happiness he had lost. Walking across the room, Brock softly ran the tips of his fingers along the smooth surface of Caleb's white crib. "You be a good boy for daddy, you hear?" A tear broke free from Brock’s eye and slowly rolled over his cheek before falling onto the top of the incubator. "And know that daddy loves you more than anything. Forever." Brock closed his eyes as a heavy lump formed in his throat. "I'm sorry," he mumbled breathlessly, fighting back his tears as if ashamed to surrender to his feelings. "My baby boy, I'm so sorry." – spencer street – Room 1, Ward 1 Somerset General Hospital The door to Isabelle's hospital room slowly opened and a stream of light flooded in, quickly illuminating the room in a dim glow as Jack appeared in the doorway. Still clutching the small blue teddy bear to her chest, Isabelle opened her eyes and slowly turned her head to see who had entered her room. Squinting as the bright light from the ward hit her eyes, Isabelle looked back at Jack in silence. The siblings stared at each other in silence, neither one saying a word yet both knowing exactly what the other was thinking. Unable to hold herself together any longer, Isabelle bowed her head as she broke down in tears. Rushing across the dimly lit room to his sister's side, Jack wrapped his arms around Isabelle and held her tightly. "He's dead!" Isabelle wailed, her pained screams echoing throughout the ward as the reality that Caleb was lost forever finally hit her. "He's dead!" With Isabelle quivering and uncontrollably wailing in his arms, Jack tightened his hold of his sister, trying to reassure her in some small way that things would be okay. "My baby," Isabelle howled, her body trembling as a stream of tears rolled down her cheeks. "My baby's dead! He's dead Jack! My baby boy is dead!" – spencer street – Bella’s Coffee House Somerset "So now we’re just waiting to hear back from the insurance company," Georgia said, stirring her cappuccino with a small silver spoon as she looked at Hazel, Grace and April glumly. Although a new day had dawned, for Georgia it felt as though it was just another 24 hours for her to suffer through silently, knowing that someone had been in her home rummaging through her personal belongings. "But they told us that won’t be for another four weeks or so." "It’s unbelievable," Hazel shook her head before taking a bite of her ham and cheese croissant. "Unbelievable!" "I just can’t believe that everything’s gone," Georgia continued. "The television and stuff I can deal with, but my grandmother’s jewellery was what really got me." "And yet the do-gooders will say we should feel sorry for them because they’re from a troubled background or whatever," Grace grumbled as she poked and prodded her unappetising scrambled eggs with a fork. "Really, it’s the biggest load of rubbish I’ve ever heard. Lock 'em up and throw away the key I say. None of this softly softly crap!" "At least going to London will take your mind off it for a while," April commented with a reassuring smile, hoping to raise Georgia's spirits a little with thoughts of their upcoming trip to the English capital. Lifting her cappuccino to her lips, Georgia gently blew on the steaming brew. "Truth is," she looked back at April with a rather glum expression. "I don’t know if I want to go anymore." "What?" April's mouth dropped open as she stared back at Georgia, floored by her admission. "You have to go! Its Amy’s wedding." "I know, but Adam’s only really just settling in and since the break-in, well, I don’t know, I just don’t feel like now’s the time be going abroad." Reaching across the small table, Grace rested a reassuring hand atop her dear friend and neighbour's. "Georgia," she began. "Its Amy’s big day. She needs you there. You’re practically her second mother." "Besides," Hazel added, looking back at Georgia. "Grace and I will both be here to keep an eye on Adam." "I don’t know." Although Georgia was thankful for Grace and Hazel's offers to keep an eye on Adam, she felt obliged to stay behind and look after her brother herself. This was a crucial time in Adam's rehabilitation and Georgia didn't feel right skipping out on him in order to spend two weeks in London celebrating while Adam was going through his own private hell. "What will Amy think if you and Calvin don’t go?" Grace asked rhetorically. "She’ll be shattered." "I guess," Georgia conceded. Although loathed to admit it, Georgia was secretly looking forward to a fortnight away from all the dramas of Spencer Street, a fortnight of nothing but relaxation, celebration and excitement in the hustle and bustle of London. Outside, a sleek stretched limousine pulled up out the front of Bella's Coffee House. "Oh hello," Hazel purred as she admired the magnificent vehicle through the floor to ceiling windows of Bella's Coffee House. "Looks like someone important has arrived." Like everyone else in the cafe, Grace, Georgia, April and Hazel watched on in a silent anticipation as a portly, middle aged driver got out of the limousine and hurried down the side of the long vehicle to open the door for the apparently very important passenger inside. As the door opened, a soft, collective gasp swept the cafe as everyone watched on with abated breath. A pair of perfectly tanned and toned legs topped off with a pair of black pumps swung out of the limo and onto the sidewalk as a stunning and obviously powerful woman emerged dressed from top to toe in an immaculate Chanel suit. As the woman removed her dark, oversized sunglasses, a sweeping whisper raced through Bella's Coffee House as everyone suddenly realised who it was. Grace's mouth dropped open in astonishment. "Oh..." April's eyes widened in a mixture of horror and bewilderment. "My..." Georgia looked at the leggy brunette in disbelief. "God! It can’t be!" Turning in her seat, Hazel looked back at the three stunned friends as they stared at the confident brunette in a deep state of shock. "Do we know her?" "She’s Sarah," Grace grumbled with a bitter taste in her mouth. "She’s my daughter," Georgia said, unable to get her head around the fact Sarah was back in town. "She’s the Devil," April commented, her tone laden with acid as she glared at the woman she thought was out of her life forever. Turning back to look at Sarah, Hazel eyed Georgia's daughter up and down, wondering just what it was Sarah had done that had caused her return to garner such a response from everyone in the coffee house. – spencer street – Laura’s Apartment Somerset Sitting cross-legged on a wooden outdoor chair on her patio, Laura tapped away on her Toshiba laptop as the warmth and golden rays of sunshine enveloped her body and a soft breeze gently played with her blonde tresses. Suddenly there came a knock at the door, three double taps in quick succession. Removing the laptop from her lap and placing it on the matching wooden outdoor side table beside her chair, Laura rose from her seat and walked through her immaculately presented apartment and answered the door. It was Nick. "Hi," she said with a fake smile as she was filled with an instant feeling of uncomfortableness and awkwardness. Nick awkwardly shuffled his feet as he moved about on the spot. "Hi. Have you got a minute?" Laura looked back over her shoulder as if searching for some sort of excuse. "Um…yeah, sure, come in," she replied, the uneasy faux smile still plastered to her face. Entering his sister-in-law's apartment, Nick stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans and looked around. Closing the door, Laura nervously rubbed her hands together as she bit down on her bottom lip. An uneasy silence settled across the apartment. Nick turned around and looked back at Laura. "I…um…about the other night, I just..." "Oh there’s no need to say anything," Laura quickly interrupted, desperate to forget the fact that she and Nick had slept together. "It never happened." "Yeah," Nick nodded in agreement, embarrassed that he and Laura had to have 'the conversation'. "Right, good, 'cause I, um, I just…you know." Laura nodded. "Yeah, no, I understand." "Good, well, um, I just wanted to clear the air and make sure there’s no awkwardness between us." "No, of course not, we’re cool." Nick and Laura once again fell silent as a thick tension continued to fill the apartment. Unable to look each other in the eye, the in-laws both looked around the apartment unsure of where to take the conversation from her. Laura looked at Nick. "I do love Mark." "Of course." Nick looked back at Laura with a frown. Not for one second did he doubt her feelings for his brother. They had been married for nearly ten years and never once had Nick questioned Laura and Mark's relationship or Laura's faithfulness to his brother. As he stood there, looking into Laura's eyes, Nick couldn't help but admire her beauty. Her flawless skin, natural inner and outer beauty, perfectly styled blonde hair and immaculately applied makeup caused his heart to skip a beat. Laura broke her stare and paced across the apartment as she pretended to busy herself arranging some knick knacks on the bookshelf. "And I didn’t mean what I said about marrying the wrong one," she said, her back turned on Nick. "No, of course not." Nick watched Laura busy herself. Catching himself checking her out, Nick quickly looked away and let out a silent sigh. Laura turned and looked back at Nick. "Because I love Mark." "Yes, of course." "Not that I don’t think you’re good looking, because you are, but it’s just, I love Mark and I just…yeah." Nick removed his hands from his pockets and folded his arms as he looked across the room at Laura. "You’re married to my brother. I mean, it couldn’t go any further even if we wanted it to." "Exactly," Laura nodded. "Not that you want it to go further…do you?" "No, of course not," came Nick's quick reply. "Do you?" "No. Absolutely not. It was drunken mistake." "Yes. A very drunken mistake." "Not that I’m saying that it wasn’t…you know, good or anything, because it was. It was amazing, but…yeah, I…we can’t, because…" "Because of Mark," Nick said, finishing Laura's sentence for her. "Exactly," Laura nodded. "Great." "Great." "Good." "Good." Nick cleared his throat and stuffed his hands back into the pockets of his jeans, unable to stand still. "Well I just wanted work that out." "Good," Laura sighed. Although she thought talking things through with Nick was the best thing, seeing him in the bright light of the day, she couldn't help but think about their night together and wonder how different things might've been if she'd chosen Nick instead of Mark. "And you’re well?" Nick asked. "Yeah, super." "Excellent." "Excellent." A silence fell over the couple as they stood looking into each other's eyes, neither one sure what to say next. "Well I’ll be off then," Nick said as he forced a smile. "Okay." "'Bye." "Goodbye," Laura replied as she watched Nick turn and walk out of her apartment. As the door closed shut, Laura let out a weary sigh and closed her eyes before running a hand through her long golden mane. On the other side of the door, Nick threw his head back and let out a deep exhale of breath. He didn't want to leave but he had to. He had to close the door and walk away for not only his own sanity, but also for Laura's marriage to Mark. Starting down the corridor towards the elevator, Nick felt something rise inside him. Stopping, he turned and looked back down the corridor at the door to Laura's apartment. He wanted to go back. He wanted to go back and tell her she'd made a mistake. She'd chosen the wrong brother. As he started to walk back towards Laura's apartment, Nick once again stopped in his tracks. What was he doing? This was a mistake. He couldn't do it. He couldn't torment Laura like this. He had to leave things. Although he would give anything to be with Laura it was never going to happen – ever. Turning back around, Nick headed towards the elevator and pushed the button. The doors slid open and Nick stepped inside. As the doors closed and the elevator descended, the door to Laura's apartment opened. Poking her head out, Laura looked down the corridor hoping to catch some sight of Nick, but he was gone. Lowering her head in disappointment, Laura stepped back inside and closed the door to not only her apartment, but to any chance of a future with her brother-in-law. – spencer street – The Goodwin Residence 23 Spencer Street "I thought you were giving that up?" Chloe smirked at Nicole as she walked up the Goodwin's garden path towards her sister. "I totally am, I swear," Nicole replied as she dropped her cigarette to the ground and stamped it out with her foot. While she was determined to give up the filthy habit that was smoking, it was easier said than done. Every day Nicole swore to herself it would be her last day smoking and yet day after day she found herself being drawn back to the white sticks of sin. "So are you ready to head to the movies?" "Almost," Nicole replied as she opened the front door of the Goodwin family home and stepped inside, quickly followed by Chloe. "Just give me five." As Nicole ran upstairs to finish getting ready, Chloe walked into the living room. "Where's gran?" she yelled out. "She's brunching it up at Bella's with the ladies," Logan said, entering the living room with a bowl of cereal in his hands. Startled, Chloe snapped around and stared back at Logan, surprised to see Nicole's long lost half-brother. "Sorry," Logan said with a giggle, amused at the fact he'd scared Chloe. "I didn't mean to startle you." "You didn't," Chloe snapped in reply. It was no secret she had yet to warm to the mystery stranger claiming to be Nicole's half-brother and she made no apologies for her feelings. "Oh okay, cool, I just..." "What are you doing here?" "Sorry?" Logan frowned at Chloe as he shovelled a spoonful of cereal into his mouth. Folding her arms across her chest, Chloe glared back at Logan. "What are you doing here...eating cereal?" Logan looked down at the bowl of cereal in his hands and then back at Chloe. "She hasn't told you, has she?" "Told me what?" Shovelling another spoonful of cereal into his mouth, Logan couldn't hide his amusement at the situation. "I'm staying here for awhile." "What?" Chloe stared back at Logan in disbelief. "Since when?" With a sly smile, Logan walked past Chloe and sat down on the sofa. "Maybe if you stopped by regularly your family would be able to keep you better informed." Following Logan with her eyes, Chloe felt a deep seeded anger towards Logan begin to build. "I beg your pardon? What's that supposed to mean?" "Nothing," Logan said as he picked up the remote control for the television and changed channels. "Just a simple observation." Chloe felt her stare narrow. "Well I think you should keep your observations and opinions to yourself in future." "Fine. Just sayin'" The dull thuds of Nicole's heavy footed trot coming down the wooden stairs echoed throughout the Goodwin home as Logan watched television, continuing to eat his bowl of cereal, while Chloe stood in silence glaring at him. "Ready to go?" Nicole asked as she entered the room, buttoning up her coat. "More than ready," Chloe hissed in reply. Sensing something was off between Chloe and Logan, Nicole looked at her two half-siblings. "Is everything okay?" Breaking his attention from the morning news, Logan looked at Nicole and flashed her a reassuring grin. "Of course. Chloe and I were just chatting." With a roll of her eyes and a shrug of her shoulders, Nicole took Chloe's hand. "Come on, we're going to be late." "Goodbye Chloe," Logan teased as Nicole and Chloe turned to walk out of the house. "You must visit again sometime soon." – spencer street – Paige and Hamish's Residence 26 Spencer Street With a banal 1950s movie playing out on the television, Paige stared blankly at the screen showing absolutely no concentration or interest in the film whatsoever. All she could think of was Hamish. Picking up her phone, Paige pushed re-dial and held the phone to her ear. "Hi, it’s Hamish. I can’t take your call right now but if you leave a messa-" With a frustrated grunt, Paige ended the call and slammed her phone down on the coffee table. She didn't know what else to do. It wasn't like Hamish to just take off and with every passing hour Paige's concerns grew tenfold. As thoughts of her last conversation played out in her mind, Paige couldn't help but feel awful. She didn't mean a single word of what she said to him, but it was too late. What was done was done and what was said was said. With a sickening silence filling the modern townhouse, Paige's anxiety levels quickly began to escalate. Looking around the room, Paige could feel the walls quickly closing in on her as the air was being sucked out of the room. Jumping up from the sofa, Paige grabbed her coat from the arm of the lounge and hurried outside. – spencer street – Bella’s Coffee House Somerset As an excited buzz swept through Bella's Coffee House about Sarah's return, the woman everyone was talking about breezed through the doors of the popular cafe. Scanning the hundred of pairs of eyes staring back at her, Sarah spied Georgia, Grace, April and Hazel sitting at a table by the window. "Well, well," the notorious woman beamed with a malevolent grin as she slithered across the cafe towards the quartet. "Some things just never change, do they?" "What are you doing here?" Georgia asked her daughter in disbelief, shocked that Sarah was back in town but also relieved that her daughter was alive and well. "Careful mother, you almost sound relieved." "I just…" Georgia's voice trailed off. "Where have you been? We’ve all been worried sick for months." "Well I doubt everyone’s been worried sick," Sarah said, shooting April a cold stare. "But in answer to your question, I’ve been in Paris." Georgia blinked in quick succession, trying to get her head around the fact that she was actually talking to Sarah after six months. "Paris?" Sarah pursed her lips together and looked back at her mother. "Yes, did I stutter?" Turning her attentions to Hazel, Sarah stepped forward and stretched out a hand. "I’m sorry; I don’t believe we’ve met." "I’m Hazel, Hazel Lawson," she smiled politely, shaking Sarah's hand. "I live next door to Georgia on Spencer Street." "Oh another of the Spencer Street brigade, how…charming. Well I’m Sarah." "Yes, I know, I’ve heard all about you." "Now why doesn’t that surprise me?" Sarah hissed as she looked at Grace and April with a narrow glare. Looking back at Hazel, Sarah forced a smile. "And before you ask, yes, it is all true." Quickly finishing her latte, April pushed out her chair and rose to her feet. "I’ve really got to get going so…" "Oh don’t leave on my account, April," Sarah said, curling her cropped dark tresses behind one ear. April felt her hate towards the woman she'd so long despised instantly return. "As much as I’d love to sit here and listen to you regale us with details of your time in Paris Sarah, I’ve got a plane to catch in a few hours." "Going somewhere nice?" "London, not that it’s any of your business." "Oh lovely city," Sarah replied with a devious grin. "Grey, cold and dull, you should fit right in." Choosing to ignore Sarah's comments, April removed her coat from the back of her chair. "Have a lovely trip, April." "Thank you, Grace." "And give my congratulations to Amy and Harry." "Of course. Goodbye ladies," April smiled at Georgia and Hazel. "I’ll see you when you get to London, Georgia." Looking back at April, Georgia smiled and nodded. "Okay, 'bye April." As April began to walk out of the cafe, Sarah couldn't help herself. Turning, the manipulative minx cleared her throat. "Oh April?" April stopped and, with closed eyes, let out a calming exhale of breath. Turning on her heels, April looked back at Sarah. "Ta ta," Sarah waved with a patronising smile. As April stormed out of Bella's Coffee House, Sarah turned around and looked back at Georgia, Grace and Hazel. "Mind if I sit here?" she asked, walking around the table and taking April's now vacant seat before anyone could voice their protests. "So what’s with the limo?" Georgia asked, curious at her daughter's newfound luxurious lifestyle. Setting her new Chloe bag down, Sarah looked at her mother. "You haven’t heard?" "Heard what?" "Well, you’re fortunate enough to be in the presence of the future Mrs Cabot Miller." Grace and Georgia looked back at Sarah in a stunned silence. "What?!" Georgia gasped, shocked by her daughter's frank admission. "I know!" Sarah squealed before presenting her left hand and massive engagement ring to Georgia, Grace and Hazel. "Isn’t it the most amazing thing ever?" "Oh my God!" Grace gasped, taking Sarah's hand and drawing it closer in order to get a better look at the dazzling engagement ring. "Look at it! It’s huge!" Profoundly pleased that her engagement and engagement ring was causing such a stir, Sarah couldn't help but rub things in a little further. "Tiffany. White Gold. 6-carat radiant shaped pink diamond." "My lord!" Hazel gasped in wonder as both she and Grace fussed and cooed over Sarah's ring. "It’s magnificent." "I know, right?" Sarah looked at Georgia, noticing her lack of excitement. "Oh what now mother?" "We haven’t heard from you for six months and now you just come swanning back in with a rock the size of a baseball on your finger announcing you’re going to marry Cabot," Georgia snapped, hurt, angry and confused at Sarah for a range of different reasons. "I mean…how? How did all this happen?" With a cocked eyebrow, Sarah shot her mother a knowing glare. "Well, we all have our dirty little secrets. Don’t we mother?" – spencer street – Brock’s Residence 20 Spencer Street "What do you want?" Brock snarled with a roll of his eyes, opening his front door to see Paige standing in front of him. "To talk?" Paige replied, ignoring Brock's less than warm greeting. "Can I come in?" "I haven’t got long." Brock stepped aside, letting Paige enter his home. Walking into Brock's living room, Paige casually looked around as she waited for him to join her. "I’m sorry about…" "What did you want Paige?" Brock snapped, silencing Paige mid-sentence. "It’s Hamish." "What about him?" Paige turned and looked back at Brock. "Have you heard from him at all? I mean at all?" "No, should I have?" Brock replied, screwing up his nose as he walked over and slumped down on the sofa, picking up a near empty bottle of beer from the coffee table and quickly emptying it. Paige perched herself on the arm of the sofa. "I’m worried, Brock. I’m really worried that...he’s been gone for days." "Well what do you want me to do about it?" "I thought you might know where he is?" "I couldn’t care less where Hamish is," Brock replied coldly, rising from the sofa and walking across the living room into the kitchen to fetch himself another beer. "How can you say that?" Paige asked, following Brock into the kitchen. Taking a beer from the fridge, Brock slammed the stainless steel door shut, before twisting off the top of the beer. "He destroyed my life, Paige. He took everything that I loved and completely destroyed it." "Right," Paige said sarcastically with a roll of her eyes. "Because you're so completely innocent in all of this." "I’m not perfect, Paige, but what Hamish did…" "I can’t believe what I’m hearing. He’s suffering just as much as you are, maybe even more." Brock shook his head as he took a swig of his beer. "I find that hard to believe." "He was in love with you, Brock. Completely head over heels and all you did was treat him like he was something you scraped off the bottom of your shoe. I get that you’re hurting, Brock, but so is Hamish and if we don’t find him…" "He’ll what?" Brock interrupted with a cold stare. "Do something stupid like throw himself off a cliff? I’m sorry Paige, but at this point in time I really couldn’t care less." Paige stood there, looking back at Brock in disbelief. "You bastard." "Is that all?" "I feel sorry for you, Brock," Paige said, shaking her head in disbelief as she looked Brock squarely in the eyes. "I really do. When are you going to stop blaming everyone else for your mistakes?" "Hamish killed Caleb, Paige." "No he didn’t! Why can’t you get that through your thick head? It was an accident, Brock! An accident. And the sooner you deal with that and move on the better off we’ll all be." A sly smile slinked its way across Brock's face. "Good luck with your little mission, Paige, but forgive me for not praying for Hamish’s safe return. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a funeral to arrange. I'm sure you can show yourself out." Watching Brock turn and leave the kitchen, Paige stood there in shock, unable to comprehend the conversation she'd just had. – spencer street – The Sinclair Residence 25 Spencer Street "Get a move on Chess!" Sean yelled out as he carried a packed suitcase downstairs. "The cab will be here in twenty minutes." "Okay!" came Chelsea's short reply from her bedroom. "Jesus!" "No, dad not Jesus. I've told you this before." In her room, Chelsea shook her head and rolled her eyes at the lameness of her father's joke. It was such a 'dad joke' she was barely able to stop herself from being violently ill. - - - - - Outside, April started to walk up the driveway of the Sinclair family home after her brunch with Georgia, Grace and Hazel came to an abrupt end. "April, wait! You left this in the coffee house," Ronan called out as he jogged down the street after his ex-wife carrying her purse. "Oh God, thank you. You're a lifesaver," April smiled politely, accepting her purse from Ronan, their hands briefly brushing against one another's. "Oh it's nothing, really. So when are you off to London?" "Today actually," April looked back at Ronan. "Oh." "You sound disappointed." "Disappointed?" Ronan shook his head. "No, I...so how long will you be gone for?" "Three weeks." April couldn't wipe the smile from her face as she thought about her English escape. "We're spending some time with Sean's son while we're over there." "Oh good," Ronan said, trying to sound convincing but failing miserably. "So things are getting serious between you two then?" "Yeah," April nodded, a feeling of awkwardness overcoming her as she discussed her new relationship with her ex-husband. "Look, Ronan, I've really got to get moving." "Oh yeah, sorry, I didn't mean to hold you up." April forced a smile as she tried to make her exit. "I'll see you when I get back." "Have a safe trip." - - - - - Upstairs, Chelsea stood at her bedroom window looking down at Ronan and April, a silent rage slowly consuming her as she remembered the kiss she witnessed between the pair on New Year's Eve. – spencer street – Majestic Theatre Somerset Promenade "There you are." Nicole handed Chloe a large popcorn and sat down beside her on the bench as they waited patiently to be allowed in to the cinema. "Thanks. So Logan seems to be settling in pretty well." "Yeah," Nicole nodded in agreement, a broad smile on her face. "He's great. Things just feel, I don't know, complete?" Chloe shot Nicole a cold star. "How do you mean?" Nicole, oblivious to her sister's cold stare, looked off into the distance, unable to hide her happiness at Logan's arrival. "I don't know exactly. I mean, things just feel right. Like that one thing that's always been missing has finally been found." As a strong feeling of rejection overwhelmed her, Chloe bowed her head and looked down at her popcorn, her eyes beginning to burn as she fought back the urge to cry. "I wouldn't get too attached. It's not healthy in your condition." "Excuse me?" Nicole snapped her head around and looked back at Chloe. "What do you mean in my condition?" "Never mind." "No, tell me. What do you mean in my condition?" "I think you know what I meant," Chloe replied bluntly, unable to look Nicole in the eye. "What is your problem Chloe? Seriously. Why are you being such a stuck up bitch lately?" "Excuse me!" Chloe snapped, shooting Nicole a fierce glare. "How dare you speak to me that way!" "Oh spare me the melodramatics," Nicole said with a roll of her eyes. "You know what," Chloe began, rising from her seat. "Shove your stupid movie! Why don't you just go back home and play happy families with Logan?" Dumping her popcorn in the trash, Chloe stormed out of the cinemas. "Chloe, wait!" Nicole called out as she jumped up and chased after her sister. "Hey," Nicole grabbed Chloe by the arm and spun her around, "what is going on, C?" "Nothing." "It doesn't look like nothing to me. Seriously, what's going on inside that pretty little head of yours?" "Nothing, okay?! Now just leave me alone!" Nicole stood in a stunned silence as she watched Chloe storm off and disappear into the crowd of shoppers gathered on the promenade. Something was seriously wrong and it left Nicole with a sick feeling of fear. – spencer street – Metropolitan Police Station Somerset Pulling open the large wood and glass doors of the police station, a nervous Paige stepped inside and walked up to the counter. Approaching a sweet looking, young, blonde police officer, Paige felt her heart begin to thump harder and faster in her chest. "Excuse me," she said softly, her voice weak and trembling as if she were about to confess to murder. "I need to report a missing person." – spencer street – The Sinclair Residence 25 Spencer Street "Taxi's here!" Sean bellowed as he spied the cab pulling into the driveway from his bedroom window. Bolting downstairs like an excited child on Christmas morning, Chelsea sprinted to the front door and, opening it, stopped suddenly in her tracks. "Ronan." "Hi Chelsea," Ronan smiled uneasily. "Is April in?" Chelsea's fury burned inside her. She wanted to reach out and slap Ronan across the face for what he and April were doing to her father. "Um, yeah, but the taxi's here and we're heading to the airport so..." "I just need to speak to her for like 10 seconds." Chelsea's stare narrowed. There was not a snowball's chance in hell that she was going to let Ronan see April before they left for London. "I don't think that's a go-" "Ronan?" April said as she came downstairs. "Hey," Ronan smiled as he looked up at April. "Do you have 10 seconds to talk?" "Um, the taxi's here and..." "Please, it'll just take a couple of seconds. Seriously." Turning, Chelsea locked eyes with April as the two women in Sean's life stared at each other in silence for a brief moment. Breaking her stare, April looked back at Ronan and smiled. "Yeah sure, come in." Turning away in disgust, Chelsea shoved past Ronan and stormed outside to the taxi. As Ronan and April made their way into the living room, Sean came downstairs and collected his jacket from the banister of the staircase. "Oh, Ronan, hi." "Hey Sean." "Ronan just needs to talk to me for a second," April looked back at Sean, shooting her partner a friendly smile. "I'll be a couple of seconds." "Oh okay," Sean said with a raised brow, his tone alluding to the fact he was none too pleased about this little hold up. "Just don't be long, we're already running late as it is." "Where are you going?" Sean asked as Chelsea zoomed past him on her way back towards the house. "I left my iPod on the coffee table," Chelsea called back over her shoulder as she hurried towards the house. "What's up?" April asked Ronan, folding her arms across her chest. Ronan looked down at his feet, a feeling of uneasiness overcoming him. "Um...I don't know how to say this so I'm just going to say it..." In the foyer of the Sinclair's home, Chelsea stood in silence, listening in intently to Ronan and April's conversation. Ronan lifted his head and looked into April's eyes. "I don't want you to go to London, April. Not with him." "What?" April frowned. "What do you mean?" "I mean, you should stay here...with me." In the foyer, Chelsea's mouth slowly dropped open as she struggled to come to terms with just what she was hearing. With her hands slowly curling into fists by her sides, Chelsea eagerly awaited April's response. "I can't stop thinking about you April," Ronan said with a soft smile as he reached out and softly ran a hand down April's silky smooth cheek. "I know I hurt you, I mean really hurt you, but I'm so sorry April. You're the one for me. You're it. You're the one I love. The one I'll always love. Forever." April looked back into Ronan's eyes, unsure what to say, feel or think. She was confused. "Ronan..." "I'll never hurt you again April. I swear." April let out a soft sigh as she rubbed her forehead. "I...don't know what to say..." "Just don't say anything." Ronan stepped forward and, softly sliding his hand under April's chin, guided her in closer as their lips met in a soft kiss. "Here it is!" Chelsea stumbled into the living room and snatched her iPod from the coffee table as April and Ronan quickly jumped apart, started by Chelsea's entrance. Looking at April, Chelsea shot her a cols stare. "You coming?" "Yeah," April smiled at Chelsea. "Let's go." As April turned and marched out of the living room, Chelsea looked across at Ronan. "I think that's your cue to leave," she snarled. Outside, April opened the rear car door of the taxi and hopped inside. "You ready?" Sean smiled at his girlfriend, excited that they were finally heading off on their long anticipated trip to London. "Yeah," April looked back at Sean and replied, forcing a smile as thoughts of Ronan consumed her. Jumping into the taxi, Chelsea slammed her door. "Let's go." As the taxi reversed out of the driveway, Ronan stood alone on the sidewalk, watching the Sinclair's set off on their overseas adventure. Turning her head, April looked across the taxi and locked eyes with Chelsea. The two women sat in silence, staring at each other as the taxi rounded the corner from Spencer Street onto Park Avenue. |
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| Previously on Spencer Street... |
| This episode may contain adult material.
Due to adult content and scenes of a graphic nature, reader discretion is advised. |
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| • Following the discovery that Brock and Hamish were having an affair, Isabelle accidentally fell down the stairs, sending her into premature labour. Due to the accident and the early delivery, baby Caleb struggled for life and Isabelle and Brock were forced to say an emotional goodbye as their newborn son passed away. • Hamish, believing everyone in town was talking about him and his affair with Brock, skipped town, leaving Paige concerned for his whereabouts. • Sarah returned to Somerset with the surprising news – she was engaged to Cabot Miller. • Nick and Laura succumbed to temptation and slept together, despite the fact Laura is married to Nick's brother. • Logan Seymour arrived on the Goodwin's doorstep and dropped a bombshell on Nicole – he's her half-brother. |