A WALK BETWEEN TWO HEARTS

By LORRAINE 0.

PART 7

Simone stood back as Michael clambered out of the bed, letting out a painful gasp as he grabbed her by her arms, shaking her hard.

What game are you trying to play with me Simone? Our son,,, he’s dead. He ground out with clenched teeth.

Simone turned her head away, shaking in denial.

No,,, he isn’t dead Michael. I wouldn’t hurt you like that…. Please believe me,, he is alive. Our son is alive.

She sobbed quietly when he released her, pushing her away from him. Unmindful of his nudity, Michael turned his back to her; his hands running thru his hair trying to regain control of himself. Glancing down at the panel on the bed, he leaned down, grabbing it, staring into the image of the young child. Simone watched him; rubbing her arms trying to ease the pain he had inflicted only seconds earlier.

Our son was taken from us after he was born. Section got rid of him. This isn’t our son. Michael stated flatly, his voice emotionless as he threw the panel at her feet.

Simone looked down at the now broken screen, distorting the image of the young smiling face, and picked it up. Shaking her head, she held it up for him to see.

No Michael. He is ours. It’s no trick. Tristan is alive.

Michael moved past her, ignoring the panel she so wanted him to look at once again and grabbed a pair of pants from the closet, pulling them on roughly.

Stop saying his name….

His voice was bitter, tinged with deep sorrow recalling how they had taken the squalling baby from her arms while two security ops had to hold him back as he cried out begging them not to take their son. It had been futile. They were left alone afterwards, given a week to come to terms and get on with the jobs assigned to them.

Simone grabbed his arm, pushing the panel at him.

Do you really think I would allow them to use me this way, if I didn’t think this boy was ours? Michael… you’re still very much my husband and I want us to be a family again. Look at him.. How can you deny him? He has your eyes,,, my hair and colouring,,,,, look at him!

She wouldn’t be dissuaded easily and kept pushing it at him when he looked away.

Michael took the panel from her and tossed it on the bed, walking to the kitchen, his heart pounding furiously. He wished he could see Nikita. Pulling the fridge door open, he took out a carton of milk, pouring himself a glassful. The icy cold milk he gulped back gave him a searing head pain and he winced, grateful for the temporary distraction of the turmoil he was now feeling.

Simone knew enough to leave him be and sat down on the bed, pulling her feet up under the long robe as she clutched the panel to her chest. She watched him silently as he paced in the semi darkness, his face a mask, frozen in a blank emotionless state. Only his actions told of the anxiety he was experiencing. Simone gulped, her mind whirling with the possibilities ahead now and most of it wasn’t good.

Michael…. Nikita must die if we are to save our son. She said shakily.

Michael stopped in mid step and closed the distance between them, his eyes flashing now as he leaned down, gripping her robe in his fist.

Nikita will not die for anyone or anything if I can help it Simone. That is a fact.

His voice was even, deadly calm and it shook her to the core.

Nodding mutely, she held her breath knowing he could kill her in mere seconds if pushed hard enough.

Michael blinked, and let out a long breath, releasing the robe from his grip and sat down beside her.

I’m sorry Simone. I shouldn’t have done that. He offered an apology leaning his elbows on his thighs, eyes staring down at the floor between his bared feet.

Simone set the panel down, moved up against him and rested her head between his shoulder blades, her open palms on his chest.

I know. Its all right Michael.

I love her Simone. I wont have her die.

She sighed, nodding in understanding yet hating it with every fibre of her being.

I understand this as well but I love our son as much as I love you, and I wont allow you to be a part of our sons demise.

Michael turned his head, a chill passing over him at her serious words.

Simone pulled back, regarding him with earnest brown eyes. Both of them came to the realization of just what a predicament Section had just put them in once again.

If he is ours Simone,,, if he is ours. Michael said tiredly.

Simone smiled, her hand reached out, tucking his hair behind one ear and kissed his mouth softly.

Not if Michael… he is.

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