In a Loneliness
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Life of Margaret in plenty: a beloved husband, a job, good friends. At least, she thought so until her 33rd birthday, when by a twist of fate or by someone's malice, Margaret was left alone in the house in the middle of the mountain forest. She is trying to get out of her captivity to find out “Who and why left her alone?” and, above all “For what?” However, is Meg ready to hear the answers to the questions that tormented her? And is really a loneliness as awful as it is painted?
Veronica Raise
Hello, my Dear Reader! I will tell you a bit about myself. I am 35 years old, have two wonderful children and ... always wanted to write books. I start make up stories when I was 8 years old. There were fairy tales and poems. When I got older, for some reason decided I first need to save up for to start to write and not to have to worry about money. However, it just did not work out the way I thought it would. Working as an economist, I never had time for my dream. Moreover, the money was going away as fast as was coming in. And one day, I left everything behind and moved to the countryside far away from the urban fuss to fulfill my dream finally. Do dream and never give up! Best wishes from Veronica Raise!
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In a Loneliness - Veronica Raise
In a Loneliness
By Veronica Raise
Copyright 2018 Veronica Raise
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Contents
Chapter 1
Day 1
Day 2
Day 3
Day 4
Day 5
Day 6
Day 7
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
About the author
Chapter 1
Day 1
When I woke up, Sam was not there with me. Instead of him on a pillow was a lone scarlet rose like the one a velvet and a greeting card attached to it with an inscription Happy Birthday, Margaret! Come down, we are downstairs.
With a sleepy smile, I reached for the flower and accidentally I pricked my ring finger with a sharp thorn. Looking at the blood drop that appeared, I thought it was a bad omen, but I immediately brushed this thought aside and got out of bed — a significant day was waiting for me.
I am thirty-three years today. We arrived in such a place amazing with its beauty, on the occasion of my birthday. The guesthouse was located on the plateau in the middle amazing meadow like a plush so as that dense, juicy-green grass spread over it, and around stood magnificent coniferous forest, behind that grew mountain peaks. We rented it for the weekend.
It was a log building vanilla color with balconies on the second floor and a spacious terrace adjacent to his facade. Through the huge windows, which almost was reaching to the floor, beams of sunlight were breaking into the house. In addition, inside there was an unusual smell of wood — my favorite aroma from childhood, because my father had a carpentry workshop and I spent a lot of time in it.
My mood was delightful. I was waiting for my thirty-third birthday like children, who are waiting for the New Year and write a letter to Santa Claus and them confident that all their wishes necessarily will come true. However, I wanted only one thing — a baby. I have a wonderful husband who I love very much, and it is mutual. He is quite beautiful: brown-eyed brown-haired person with a stunning smile and a figure of Apollo. Maybe I am exaggerating, but I often felt at me envious glances of other girls. In addition, Sam is very carefree, he always knows how to amuse me, and he was life of the party in any society. If I were not sure of his feelings to me, I would surely be terribly jealous.
The only one thing missing in my life is the daughter. I dreamed of getting pregnant many years, but I have not been able. Yet I did not resort to any medical manipulations, hoping on the natural outcome of the event. Besides, deep down I believe that a child is a gift that needs to earned, no more, no less. Nevertheless, other than that, I was very lucky in life, because all the people that I love surround me. It is happiness.
With us came there Kevin — my husband's best friend. Despite the fact that they were friends as kids, were quite different — both in appearance and in character. Kevin unlike Sam, calm, levelheaded, I would even say discreet, very smart and leads a successful IT company. Kevin is much taller than my husband is. He is a fair-haired person with a sharp gaze of gray-blue eyes.
I have known Kevin for five years as long as I am married to Sam, and always loved him as a friend. He has invariably supported me in all of our quarrels with my husband. Fortunately, they were few. One year ago, he married a blonde-haired woman with plump lips and a third breast size, Nancy. She was all of eight years younger than her husband was and all of us. However, that did not stop her to fit in our group of friends, because her adorable smile and big blue eyes did leave indifferent anyone. Everyone just admired her and that was enough.
Besides them with us was my best girlfriend Mia and her boyfriend Nick. A good young man, but with a peculiar sense of humor. He and Mia were a great couple, although they seemed a little crazy. She is chubby with red curly hair, short and well nourished. Nevertheless, not fat. Nick is also red-hair, but he is at least six-foot-four, causing a bit slouching. Besides, he is thin and in profile look like a golf club. Mia and I used to call him a golf club
. I am sure he would be offended at us, but luckily, Nick did not know about it.
As much as I would love to stay in my cozy bed, I had to go in the shower — I cannot keep guests waiting the birthday girl. Although, in fact we all here were guests, except that gifts and greetings today meant for me. Yesterday we were up late, listening to the playing guitar by Kevin. I can endlessly enjoy the sounds of this musical instrument, so many times asked my husband to learn to play the guitar, but he always refused and said that we are enough one bard.
In shower, I habitually sang. When I came out, dried hair and let my hair down. Thereafter, I pulled out of a wooden wardrobe on legs my new turquoise maxi dress. I always knew these shades suits me, successfully contrasting with brown eyes and dark brown hair. I did delicate makeup and looked in the mirror — well, just beautiful! I was sure my husband would appreciate my new outfit.
Our bedroom like everyone else was on the second floor, which connected with first floor by a beautiful oak staircase with carved balusters. When I was coming down the stairs barely touching railing, I imagined myself as a princess, descending into the ballroom.
Stepping over the last stair, I realized that no one was in the living room. Perhaps they are waiting for me in the dining room. Passing beneath the arch separating it from the hall, I saw that it, too, is empty. Only on the table waited for me a beautiful birthday cake with thirty-three burning candles. I looked around. Suddenly, the glass door leading from the kitchen to the terrace opened by a draught and strong gust of wind blew out all the candles except one. I was unpleasant at the sight of a single burning candle.
I went