Dark Layers Volume 2: Dark Layers (33 page)

- Criminal convictions

• No criminal convictions but has previously tried to press charges against a Mr. Jack De Sniper for suspected rape against herself
  

- Illness's

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  Schizophrenia
  
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  Previously suffered a mental breakdown
  
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  Currently residing at the Bethlehem Royal Hospital
  

- Hobbies

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  Pianist
  
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  Painter
  
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  Polo
  

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To Elijah Darks.

Dated: 28/02/2012

As you have requested, here is an update regarding Miss Anile Gooden.

Gathered Information on Anile Gooden

• Address and Contact information
  
• Job
  
• Health
  
• Qualifications
  
• Hobbies
  
• Relationship Status
  
• Criminal Convictions
  

Sincerely,

Aksham

Mr. Aksham

Miss Anile Gooden

- Address and contact information

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  Whitehouse Apartments, 9 Belvedere Road, London, SE1
  
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  07777744437
  
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  [email protected]
  

- Skills and/or employment

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  Non Masters Lawyer, complete pass
  
• Recently graduated university from the University of Cambridge, class of 2012
  
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  Currently unemployed
  
• Holds a full UK drivers licence but does not have a registered car
  

- Family

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  Mother - Fraya, living / Father - Deuce, living
  

- Criminal convictions

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  None
  

- Illness's

• None - no tattoos, no blood transfusions, no previous accidents
  

- Relationships

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  Currently single and living alone
  

- Hobbies

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  Swimming
  
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  Pianist - award winner
  
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  Reading
  
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  Law investigation practice
  

...

Elijah stops me from reading; he quickly snatches the papers from my hands.

“What the fuck is this?” I scream, “have you been stalking me since I was fourteen?”

“Anile, please, let me explain.” He begs.

He looks panicked; his eyes are wide and watery; his lips are pressed into a hard line. He's clutching at the papers with more means than necessary.

"Give them back to me."

"I cannot do that, Anile."

I get to my feet so quick I feel my head spin. I shake my head to gather myself.

"Are you okay?" He asks worried; his frown is deep.

"Give them to me, now!" I shout.

"No, I cannot do that, I'm sorry."

I try to jump for the papers but he quickly raises them above his head. I grab his arm and try to pull it down but it really is no use. I give up and narrow my eyes at him.

"Who stole my photos? Who went into my parent's house with an agenda?"

"Anile, you have to let me explain." He says slowly.

"I want to know who?"

"I cannot tell you, it's an offense and I cannot let someone else take the fall for my obsession."

My tummy folds over - his obsession? Does he mean me?

“Get some clothes on Elijah and tell me what the hell is going on!” I order with a firm pointing finger.

Elijah leaves the room quicker than lightning with his clothes in hand. I sit on the bed and rub my head hoping it will make me feel… somewhat better – it doesn’t! Why, oh, why does this have to happen now? Once I have given myself to him – and I was so damn happy! Fuck! This isn’t happening, this has to be a bad dream and I just need to wake up!
Jesus,
do I really want to know why he has watched me for so many years?
No.. yes, no, yes!
I fight with myself, debating on whether to stay and listen to him or leave. I cannot take this - I need my mother.

I lay back and throw my legs over the side of the bed. I cup my face. Tears lightly make their way down my cheeks.

“Oh no.” I sob. My chest heavies and my breathing becomes uneven.

Elijah comes back into his room. He stops in front of me for a few seconds. He’s dressed in black jogging bottoms that hang from his hips, and a white V-neck T-shirt that's tight on his chest. His beautiful feet are still naked. He sits next to me, slowly lowering himself onto his bed. He thrashes his hands through his long black locks - he looks really, really worried.

I turn on my side and peer up at him. He has worryingly stressful eyes. I sit up and pull the duvet over my naked body. I gaze impassively, awaiting his explanation.

“Well?” I snap.

“Anile, you have to promise me you will not leave me.”

“No, I won't do that. Just tell me Elijah, tell me what's been going on!”

“Even if you do try to leave," he lowers his head in shame, "I cannot let you go, you mean too much to me.”

He takes both my hands in his, urging me to release the duvet. He starts nervously stroking my knuckles. I feel his pain, his gut wrenching torturous pain. I want to stay angry, I desperately try to stay angry, but I cannot. What the bloody hell is wrong with me? It’s his Darks flu, it makes me feel off balance, it makes me do things I would not normally do! Damn him!

“Is this why you are so in tune with me and care for me; because you have been obsessing over me for all this time?”

He sighs long and steely; his grip on my hands tightens; his fingers tremble against mine.

"Anile, Princess, I hope you are ready for this. I have tried so hard to keep it from you; I am so, so sorry." He whispers in a broken voice.

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