Sharon was already asleep and Jeremy was preparing to go to bed as well when he heard a sound on his window. It sounded like someone had thrown something. Who could it be? Surely little boys would not be playing that late, would they?
He had already taken off his shirt, and he moved nearer to the window, only to hear the same sound again. He pulled the curtain a bit, and saw down below, a lady dressed in something that looked like a waitress' uniform.
A waitress? Who was it? The only waitress he knew, not that she could visit him during such an hour of the night, was Lee-Anne.
The lady waved her hands frantically, and motioned for Jeremy to come down. And right at that moment he recognised her.
He threw on his shirt and ran downstairs, unlocked the door and ran towards her. She also ran straight into his arms. They were hugging each other for a long time, and before any of them knew it, they were kissing passionately and could not let go of each other. He pulled her behind the house, and he kissed her with all the love his heart could ever hold.
"I love you! I love you, Kiara!" he said amidst the wild kisses.
Kiara felt herself melting in his arms; how she longed to stay in those arms forever.
"I love you. The truth is I can never stop loving you!" he went on to say.
"I love you too, Jeremy! Jeremy I love you too!" she responded, and hugged him by the neck, pulling him closer to her for more passionate kisses. Kiara wanted all of Jeremy, she felt like she was just going to swallow him whole.
"I missed you," she whispered.
"Come, come with me" Jeremy led her to his car, and he dashed into the house to get the car keys. Luckily the keys were just by the kitchen door, so in the blink of an eye he was already back.
He helped her inside, and when he too was inside, closed the car doors and continued kissing the woman that he loved with his entire being.
"Does he make love to you? And you enjoy it? You enjoy it, don't you?" he asked angrily, his hands fumbling inside her dress, and he was already undoing her buttons.
"No, no he doesn't," she spoke amidst the kisses.
"You do enjoy it, Kiara! You love him, and you love him more than you love me," his voice was deep and croaky, and it was laced with great jealous for Vine; the man that he despised the most in the whole, entire world.
"No, I don't love that man."
"You do, and you don't know what it does to me, every single hour of the day, when I imagine him running his filthy fingers through your hair, when I imagine you and him together, showering or bathing and having a lot of fun. It kills me inside when I see images of you in my mind. You, my love, and him, pampering each other with love, you and him celebrating your little one. And I keep telling myself that I should have been in his place. And he touches you, does he not? Of course he touches you, you two are married and you have a son together. And you enjoy his touches, and …"
"I…I don't. He has never touched me," she responded truthfully in a high pitched voice, trying her best to convince her man.
"Impossible, my love. That is impossible!" Jeremy said as he pulled off the last of Kiara's dress. He roughly undid her bra and threw it on to the front seat, and while he did so, Kiara was undoing his belt with trembling hands.
"It's possible, Jeremy. He's not in love with me!"
"Look at me, Kiara. You and I were meant to be together, and that man slid his way into our lives. We were happy, you and I were happy, were we not?"
"We were,"
"So then what happened? Did you want an older guy? Was I too young for you?"
"Jeremy you have always been perfect for me. I have loved you all my life, even though I'm older than you."
While all the talking was going on, the kissing did not stop. It continued on. The more Jeremy spoke, the angrier and vicious he became. He became like a hungry tiger attacking its prey, and Kiara, being the prey, willingly gave in to the attack, loving every moment of the aggressive love-making.
There in that car, the two lovebirds, the boy and girl who grew up as neighbours and started off as friends before becoming lovers, embraced each other and surrendered themselves each to the other.
Afterwards, Jeremy slightly opened the front windows, and he took her in his arms. She was lying in his arms, feeling at peace with the world. There was silence, each person lost in their own thoughts. She wanted it to remain just like that. She was wishing in her mind, if only there was a huge clock somewhere in space. Then she was going to find her way to that clock, and turn its huge hands around, in an anticlockwise direction. She would have turned it round and round, until it went back to that fateful day in March; the day when she went to work at the Two-Sons Hotel.
He also wanted things to remain just like that. In his mind he was saying, if only somewhere in space there was a huge place with snow white ice, which I could carry and bring to the world, and cover the whole earth with it, freezing the moment. He was wishing for the clock to stop and never move again. For everything to remain frozen and stagnant as it was. He wanted he to continue sleeping on his chest, and for the morning to never come. Never, ever again.
"Why did you come here?" he finally asked.
"I wanted to give you something. I felt sorry for you, that you probably have no one to talk to, and to let out your emotions, so I brought you a friend."
"You brought me a friend?" he chuckled.
"Yes. It's a book."
"A book to read? A novel? A bible?"
"A diary."
"Oh," Jeremy was not expecting that. He stroked her hair and kissed her on both cheeks before allowing her to rest her head again on his chest.
"A diary works, Jeremy. You can trust me on this. My diary, I named her Kimmy."
Jeremy laughed and said, "her? The diary is a female," he laughed again.
"Yes," Kiara smiled.
"So it means mine is male," he laughed out some more.
"Jeremy, here is the one that I brought for you. This diary looks just like mine. It was a set of two. When the diaries were bought, they came packaged that way; as a set of two."
"Sold as a set?" he asked.
"Yes. Two diaries: His and hers."
"Oh, I see." He kissed her again.
"They basically look the same, just that on the outside, they added a few flower embossing to give it a feminine touch. Everything else looks the same. I have already taken mine, and I am using it to heal my broken heart. Use yours too, Jeremy I beg you. It will surely help you." Kiara spoke with sincerity.
"How has your diary helped you, my love?"
"I can talk to Kimmy any minute of the day, and I can tell her anything that is on my mind. She is always present, never too busy for me. When I feel the burdens and the deep pain, I let it out through Kimmy. Trust me Jeremy, it sure feels like I have a best friend."
"I don't know if I can do that. Men don't usually keep diaries, do they?"
"And that's why they die early! It's because they keep all their emotions inside without sharing them. Use the diary, please. For my sake, Jeremy."
"Ok love. For your sake, I will use it."
Kiara sat up, smiling happily. She was about to fall off the seat but Jeremy was quick to hold her and he started stroking her naked body.
"Jeremy," she spoke excitedly. "I'm happy that you have agreed to take the diary. Please use it. You will feel that, after you make an entry in the diary, the heaviness is lifted, and you will feel lighter and refreshed. You can sleep better after updating it. The good thing about it is, it's there to listen and take in all your cries without questioning or judging you. When talking to people, sometimes it's difficult to say the truth that is in our hearts, but with a diary, you can truthfully pour your heart out and find healing as you fill up the pages."
"I hear you my love. I will try it," he smiled.
"Jeremy," she seemed to be lost in thought.
"Yes my love."
"Do you think you and I shall ever be together again?"
There was silence for almost a minute, before the man responded, "I think about it every day, but when I think of the Pinkertons and how powerful they are, I always end up telling myself that it's going to be tough. If you really don't want to be with him, why don't you leave him?"
"I…I can't. The grandmother is obsessed with Vincent…"
"She is obsessed with Vincent, not you. They can still have time with the child, and participate in everything to do with his life. You don't need to be there too. You belong here with me."
"I don't know, Jeremy. The grandmother is very controlling, and I don't think she would ever allow her great grandson to leave the mansion. He has to stay there."
"But you don't have to."
"She said the child can't be raised by parents who are not married. She said something about raising the family standards and principles, thus forcing me to be with a man that I do not love."