Chapter Three
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The iPhone default ringtone extinguished the silence of my room. I picked up my phone from where it was plugged in and frowned at the caller's I.D.
After letting it ring for some seconds I accepted the video call not wanting to ignore it like I had been doing for the past hour because I knew if I kept ignoring the call it would only make her keep trying again.
Displayed largely on my phone screen was my mum's face. She was smiling widely at me and my expression didn't mirror hers. If anything, it was the complete opposite.
"Darling, have you been ignoring my calls?." She asked as the smile on her face went missing.
"No. I've been busy."
"Have you been too busy to talk to your own mother?."
"Yes." I said before I could stop myself.
"Eleanor!." She exclaimed with shocked blue eyes.
I sighed.
"Why did you call mother?." I wasn't interested in spending much time with her on the phone. I was still angry with her besides I had a missing bag to find.
"Can't a mother want to know how her only daughter is doing.?"
"I'm fine. If that is all, I'll ha-."
"Don't you dare hang up on me young lady." She said sternly pointing her index finger at the screen like she would at me when she scolded me.
I looked down at my thighs not being able to meet her eyes. Whenever my mum spoke to me in that tone, it usually made me feel like I was caught doing something wrong.
"Where are your manners? Have you been picking up some bad habits from the Americans? I won't tolerate such nonsense from you young lady."
"Why did you tell them?." I asked quietly without looking up.
"You would have to speak louder than that for me to hear you."
"I never thought you would do this to me." I spoke louder this time. "You weren't supposed to tell them. No one besides you and Dad should have known this. You don't even know the truth!." I raised my voice a bit at the end.
"What are you talking about?." She feigned obliviousness but I knew her. I knew she very well knew what.
"You know what I'm talking about mum. Why would you tell Cassie I'm gay? Do you know just how many other strangers she has told? Do you even know how awkward it is for me to face her? Jesus mum, why did you have to ruin my chances at living a normal life here!."
"She had to know!."
"No. No she didn't. How will she or anyone else believe me when my parents didn't even believe me." I shook my head. I was disappointed in her. I could already feel the tears threatening to fall down but I refuse to let her see me weak. I refuse to break down in front of her.
"Eleanor-." She began but I cut her off.
"What else did you tell her? Did you tell her about Prince." I asked as I sniffed in the snort that was about to make an appearance.
"No I haven't."
"And you won't."
"But she has-."
"No she doesn't. The only thing she should know about me are things I choose to tell her. She might be your sister but remember she's just a stranger who is family to me. I know next to nothing about her. I didn't even know she had more than one child. Please mum I would appreciate if you never discussed about my personal life with your sister."
"I promise to never tell her anything about you you wouldn't like others to know. But you have you promise me something too. You have to promise to always pick my calls and if you are busy when I call you have to call back when you aren't."
"I promise. I have to go now. I have some important things to do here."
"Okay. Don't forget your father and I love you and want only what is best for you."
"You mean what you think is best for me?." I spat.
"Eleanor! Where are your manners!."
"I think I left them in your house." I mumbled. "Bye mum." I hung up before she could begin scolding me again.
I threw my phone on the bed before getting on my feet and walked up to the bag on the floor.
I searched through it, bringing all that was in it out and laying them gently on the floor. I didn't want to damage anything same way as I hope they wouldn't damage my expensive underwear.
There was a brown notebook in there and without wasting time I flipped the covers open. The first page was blank but the second wasn't.
Written boldly in capital letters on the second page was 'DO NOT OPEN. EXTREMELY PRIVATE CONTENT LIES WITHIN'.
I scoffed. Saying do not open will only make anyone want to open. I flipped the page and on the third page was 'ARE YOU DEAF? I ASKED YOU NOT TO OPEN IT.'
I almost laughed at the second warning note. It was almost comical it said 'are you deaf' when technical nothing was said to be heard.
I flipped open the page again and what I saw made me shut the book with rapid speed as well as my eyes.
"What the hell!."
If there was one thing what I saw had told me about the owner it's that whoever they are, they are a p*****t.
I opened the book again slowly back to the page I was before. And there was a printed picture of a male and female in nude. The girl was in a very weird position as her palms were planted flat on the floor and her legs up in the air wide apart. She was in a handstand and she was very much naked and everything, I mean absolute everything could be seen. The person that took the picture must have been one hell of a photographer with how they got the perfect angle for the picture.
The other person in the picture, the male, was nude too and his..... Okay enough. I shut the book again and threw it across the room like it burned me to touch them.
I waited and sat with my fingers intertwined for a few seconds or was it minutes before groaning loudly and picking up the book again. I know I know I shouldn't but I was just too curious to see what the other pages contained.
I flipped to the fourth page for the third time and below the very graphic picture was 'Patricia' written boldly. I glanced over the other words written on the page and I have to say the person that was probably with my underwear bag was the biggest p*****t ever. And also, he was a male. Judging by the very detailed description of Patricia's s****l qualities.
I read sentences like
Likes being called a w***e.
Into Bdsm
Very flexible.
Bad at giving a b-
Okay I should stop. I flipped to the next page and on the page was another dirty picture with another name. I shut the book and threw it on the floor and continued to search for anything that could tell me the identity of the owner.
After searching through every nook in the bag and still came up with nothing I gave up and threw in everything that were previously in the bag. Including the book.
I heard a knock on my door and shortly my cousin's face appeared between the door and the doorframe.
She entered and walked further into the room before settling on my bed.
"Hey. I just wanted to see if you would like to come with me to a party tonight."
"Uhm okay."
"Cool. I need to go get some new clothes for it. Would you like to come with?."
"No. I'm still trying to settle in."
"It's okay I understand." She got on her feet and moved to the door. "We leave by ten."
"Ten?."
"Yes. I don't go to parties early."
I nodded okay.
"Didn't know you painted." She said suddenly and I looked up at her a bit confused at her statement.
"Why do you say that?." I asked and she pointed to the still opened bag in front of me.
"Oh this isn't mine?." I said.
"Then whose is it?."
"I wouldn't be here if I knew. Mine is missing while this is here."
"Oh I see what happened here. You probably picked up a suitcase identical to yours." She shrugged.
"Yes. I think- identical to mine." I shot up.
How could I have forgotten? I had seen my bag and didn't even know it was mine. Of course it had to be him. That Welsh lad from the airport. It had to be him who owned a book as perverse as the one I saw in the bag. But from what I could remember, he acted pretty normal besides the 'we're not strangers' comment, even that wasn't so inappropriate or anything. Unlike how I pictured the owner of the book, he looked pretty decent.
"Is something wrong?." Cat asked.
"I think I know who has my bag."
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