Sunday, 25 May 2014

The Chronicles of April Levesque...VIII

So. Much long gone. And so was April. More than a year since I last wrote her. Quite literally. And yes, Raj, you were right to point out April in my last post about all the special women in my life. April is definitely one of them. You can read the previous parts here. Just scroll from the bottom up to read in order. 

People set alarms on their phones. April's own body was like the bird that cuckooed every next hour. With the killer headache, she rose at four in the morning. Habits, she thought. Staring at the ceiling with a hangover that made her decide instantly in a matter of less than a second, that she'll never let alcohol in her vicinity, she felt a warmth beside her. An alien feeling clamped onto her heart. Last night's nuances played like a reel in her head. She'd allowed him access to something, she never had to any man before. Ever.
And now, she had to play safe. She was much too aware of the condition she'd been kidnapped into. And much too aware of the sweet virginal pain that didn't hinder her for even a single moment since the five minutes she'd been up, about the pleasure he'd given her last night. Pleasure, and the insult. Ha, she laughed on herself, so much for giving yourself to man, who let alone honour, couldn't even respect you. She was sure she'll live to regret it. Her senses instructed her to call Chief right away, and spread out an escape plan. From Duardo, and from the hideous deal of their marriage on the expense of her true identity. 


As she tried to slither from the weight of his strong hands, he stirred in his sleep. "Lo bella? Lo siento mucho por lo que te hice.", she heard him talk in his tongue, figuring he was apologising, before falling deeper in slumber. 

She moved away, and ran to the balcony after dialling to Chief. 
"Hey, Kiddo! Everything all right? Having fun?", the kiddo again.
She took a deep sigh, and that was enough to tell him that there was trouble.
"Hey, are you all right? Did Duardo hurt you in any way?", concern dripping like cold blood from a sword, in his voice.
"What? How'd you...." She thought she was going to faint. 
"You knew all along! You knew everything! You lied to me. After all these years. After everything I did for you. You lied! God, is there anyone I can trust?", she was out of control.

Gulping every harsh word she threw at him for the next vile ten minutes, he stopped her up short, "You need a life, April. A life where you can't be killed. Where you can have something you never did; you can have a family. Your father never wanted this for you. I don't want this for you anymore..."
"Do not compel me to calm down by taking my father's name, and do not fake your concern! I'm an adult, and the kind of life I want is my decision. You betrayed my trust. You set me up!"

"Do not mock my concern for you, child. Even you father wasn't like your father."
For a second, she couldn't understand what he meant. But when she did.....
"Now listen to me, very very carefully, April. We don't know anything about your real parents, child. Jason had found you on the streets and picked you up out of sheer compassion. You were about three months old, as far as any doctor could have guessed. Your father was friends with Duardo's. He'd made him promise to look after you, should anything happen to him while he was away at his job. But Duardo's father couldn't have done anything because I chose to look after you. I wanted you for my daughter. And he let me have you only on the condition that when you come of age, and when Duardo feels ready for a marriage, you have to be married to him. He felt it too important to look after you one way or another, father or son, to honour his promise to your father. I'm sorry to have hidden all this from you, child. But you had to know the truth sometime. Hello? April, are you still there? Hello? April...."

"And did you for even a second think that my safety might be at stake if I ever appear in media as Duardo's wife? Are you not aware of the flashy life he lives? And what about the deal of keeping my identity and marrying him? Was this all part of the plan? You knew about all of this?"
Chief let out a regretful sigh, and confirmed his allegiance towards Duardo in all of this.
"April, we've made up your identity as his wife and changed your information in all databases all over the world. Past, present, future - everything. And people have lookalikes. The security staff Duardo has, are my people. You'll be completely safe."
"I can take my own care very well. Rather than you. What do you expect me to do? Be thankful for wiping out my existence like that, giving me a husband who doesn't care for me in the least, and compel me to leave what I love, what I was born and trained for?"
After a long silence, Chief spoke up, "One day, you'll thank me, April. I'm sorry to have hurt you like this. But this is what's best for you..."
When he couldn't even hear her breathing across the receiver, he prompted her name again. Unable to hear anymore further, April hung up.

She traced her footsteps backwards, and crashed into the garden chair that complemented the small space. 
Her world had rocked on its axis. For the first time in her life, she was clueless. What was she supposed to do, play husband-wife, and be content with it? She held her head on her hands for what seemed like ages. She knew the sun was rising. She could feel the slight warmth tingling her right hand. Her father wasn't her father. Chief wasn't her father. She never knew of her mother. She was a charity case. Did her real parents, or mother or father leave her there? Or, was she orphan? Or kidnapped as a baby? Were her real parents still alive, searching for her?

She's been picked off the streets by a man who was way too compassionate to see a baby die on the roads. A man who meant well. A man whose last wishes had created this havoc around her right now. A man who'd wanted her to have a normal life. A man whose wishes for her, couldn't melt her heart. A man whose wishes for her, she had no strength of revolting against, either. A man she'd loved the most. 
April freed her hands of her heavy head. She stared out at the vast lake in front of her. Last night played, yet again, in her head. And she realised she'd had unprotected sex with a man who was her husband. Husband. The word sent electric shivers down her spine. She could be pregnant for all she knew. That thought brought her undone. 

She wasn't selfless, but she did have honour. An honour that wasn't going to allow her to walk away from this marriage again. An honour that she learnt from her father. An honour she had to keep for her father's last wishes. An honour for the promise her father's friend was still trying to keep. 
She took in the heat of the rising sun. And with that, she took in who she was. She was April Levesque Alvarez. 40 years old. Ex-spy. And maybe pregnant. 

She suddenly heard footsteps, and knew Duardo was up. 
"April. Are you..."
"Good morning, Duardo.", she continued without so much as even paying a heed to his way, "We have a lot to talk about."

To be continued...


Be back sooner this time,
Ak.