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The Secret
Breana's POV.
"Miss Bryant? We're landing" The flight attendant said, shaking my shoulders gently to wake me
"Oh thank you" I smiled, stretching my arms above my head, and sitting up, glancing down at the fresh England countryside. "Oooooh.....I'm making a huge mistake.." I groaned, talking to myself, buckling my seatbelt as the plane landed.
Orlando's POV
"So who is this girl?"
"She's not a girl Orlando she's 24"
"Aleeeeen" I moaned. "Come on love, you know you don't want to leave me"
She laughed. "You know Orlando, you're only sweet when you want something."
"Yeah well...come on, I still can't understand why you're leaving. My career's at a standstill. I need you know more than ever."
"Trust me. Breana is great. She comes highly recomended."
"She's an American."
"So?"
"So....she's lazy and pushy and-"
"Orlando! I'm american"
"Exactly"
Aleen laughed. "Yes well, atleast she maybe able to deal with your attitude better. And do me a favor?"
I sighed. "What?"
"Be yourself. Your real self. The guy you are right now. Don't be the hollywodd prick that you are when you're anywhere else"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever" I laughed rolling my eyes.
Breana's POV
I got off the plane in London, hailing a cab, and going to my new apartment, sitting down my suitcases. I picked up the phone, dialing Aleen's office.
"Hello?" I heard a sharp british voice answer.
"Hi, is Aleen there?"
"No, I'm sorry, Aleen has already stepped out."
"Oh...well this is Breana Bryant? I'm her replacement."
"Oh yes, of course. Hello, I'm Orlando."
"Oh! Well hello then" I laughed. "I'm supposed to be meeting you tommorow right?"
"Yeah..that's what Aleen said."
"Mmmhmmm..well I'll see you then. Have a great night."
"Yeah. Bye" I heard the phone click.
I scoffed, laying the phone down and going over to my boxes, unpacking them.
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Breana's POV.
I woke at 3am, hearing my cell phone ring.
"Hello?" I answered groggily.
"Hey baby."
"Carl, what do you want?" I sighed.
"Where are you?"
"You really think I'm going to tell you? I left Carl. We're getting a divorce."
"I didn't agree to a divorce. You're still my wife."
"You don't have to agree. I'm still not coming home."
"Just tell me where you are Breana. I'll find out anyway."
I sighed, hanging up, and throwing the phone to the side. My worst fear was Carl finding out where I was. I'd left for a reason, and there was nothing that could make me go back. The phone rang again, and ignored the call, and laid back down, trying to fall asleep.
Thanks to Carl's late night call, morning came to quickly for my tired, achey, jet-lagged body. I showered quickly, and stepped into my black dress pants, and pink sweater, tying my brown curls back at the nape of my neck, and heading out to my new office.
Aleen met me at the door, and immediatly started showing me around. She brought me to my office, showing me what went where, and what file contained unpublishable pictures...yada yada...
"Okay, and this, above all is important." She said, pulling a key ring from her pocket. "This is are the keys to Orlando's house, cars, and storage units. You are his personal assistant. If he calls you at four am, and tell you to pick up his drycleaning, you make it happen, that's your job." I nodded, taking the keys, and attaching them to my keyring. Shortly after, Aleen said goodbye, and headed out.
I cleaned up the office, and got onto the computer, looking through random files, when suddenly, my door opened, and Orlando walked in.
Didn't someone ever teach you how to knock? I thought. But played it off, flashing a smile, and standing up, walking over to him, and extending my hand. "Hi, I'm Breana."
"I figured." He said, keeping his hands in his pockets.
"Okay..." I said, lowering my hand.
"I have a four o'clock meeting in East London, and there will be some scripts delievered to my home at five. There's a chance I won't be home. Pick up the scripts, unlock the door, and put them on the front table." He said in a monotone.
I nodded. "Yes sir." I said, trying to keep the sarcasm from my voice. I checked my watch, seeing I had plenty of time.
When five rolled around, I was waiting outside of Orlando's place, thanks to the directions Aleen had left me. As rhe package arrived, I unlocked the door, and sat it on the table as I was asked...or rather commanded to do. I was tempted to journey farther into the house, but fear of Orlando coming home any minute prevented me, and I walked outside, locking the door behind me.
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Ok, I came over here and read your first entry and I am ready for chapter 2 already!
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Yay! Someone's reading. There will be a new chapter up in the next hour or so.
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On my way home, I called Orlando, leaving him a voicemail to let him know the scripts were waiting for him. As I walked down the hall to my apartment, I realized that something felt eerie. I shrugged it off, and unlocked my door, stepping into my apartment. I shut the door behind me, and hung up my coat. I froze, feeling a hand go over my mouth.
Carl... I thought, closing my eyes. How did he find me?
"Hey baby." His sour voice growled in my ear. I shivered as he kissed my neck. "I missed you." He said, running his free hand up my leg. I swung my elbow at him trying to break free.
"Stop!" I tried to scream, but it came out as a muffled whimper against his hand.
"Come home with me."
"No! Let me go!" I cried, trying to get loose. I felt a sharp pain to my ribs as I was slammed against the coffee table.
"Tsk tsk, what did I tell you about talking back?" He said, slapping me across the face. I tried to get off the coffee table, but he pushed me back down, this time, breaking the glass. I winced, feeling a piece stick into me. He grabbed me by the neck, pulling me up, and taking a knife from his back pocket. "How should I punish you?" He asked, running his knife down the front of my shirt, slitting the fabric.
"Carl, please...stop." I whimpered.
He threw the knife against the wall, grabbing my jaw. "Shut up whore. Or you won't live to see tommorow." I bowed my head in defeat, feeling myself be pushed down on the floor. There was a knock on the door.I didn't open my eyes, but I could feel Carl climb off of me, and whisper into my ear. "Not a word."
He got up, and went to the door, talking to a man who I assumed to be my neighbor. The man said he'd heard a commotion, and Carl made up some lame excuse, and the man left. Carl slammed the door, and walked over.
"Get up." He ordered. Knowing better than to protest, I started trying to get up. "Get up!!" He ordered again, kicking me back down. I grabbed my ribs in pain, but brought myself to a standing position.
"You're neighbors are suspicious." He said, looking over my beaten body. "If we leave now, they could get even more nosy."
"I'm not leaving with you." I said, in one attempt to preserve me dignity.
"Don't argue!" He barked, slapping me again.
"We'll stay here for a week. You do things how you normally do them, so no one expects anything. And if you try to run....." He slipped his cold hand down the back of my jeans. "Well, you know what happens." he cackled. He let go of me, and walked into my bedroom, leaving me standing there. I laid down on the couch, crying myself to sleep.
The next morning, I went to work, in a long sleeved sweater, and large framed sunglasses. I knew better than to tell anyone, not that I had anyone to tell. There was a note on my desk, telling me to pick up Orlando's dry cleaning, and drop it off at his house. I took a cab to the cleaners, and then back to his house, following my instructions. Suddenly, I heard footsteps, running through the hall, and a little girl appeared. She coudln't be older than...five at the most.
"Hello." She said in an adorable british accent.
"Well hello there." I smiled.
"Holly?" I heard a familar voice call. Orlando walked in, holding a slightly smaller girl on his hip. He froze when he saw me.
"What are you doing here?"
"I-I was supposed to pick up your drycleaning and leave it here."
"At three."
"They called and it was ready early."
In the brief time I'd known Orlando, he was rude, arrogant, and obviously had a temper, but right now, he seemed calm and...a bit like a kid with his hand stuck in the cookie jar.
"Girls?" he said, sitting the younger one down, and bending in front of them. "Will you go upstairs and get your colours?"
They nodded, and Holly took the smaller child by the hand, walking up the wooden staircase. I stood in front of Orlando a bit akwardly.
"I should go."
"They're the best kept secret in Hollywood." He said, stopping me from going.
I turned around, and looked at him strangely. "There's something you should know. I figured Aleen would tell you, but by the look on your face, I highly doubt she did. Would you like a cup of coffee?"
"Umm...sure?" I said, following him into the kitchen.
"I got married...six years ago. Laurie, my wife didn't want to be in the spotlight, so we kept the marriage a secret. Only our family and friends knew. I kept telling her it would come out eventually..somehow. But remarkably...it never did. We were left in peace, and had a wonderful marriage."
"So the girls are..."
"Mine. And Laurie's."
I nodded. "And no one knows."
He shook his head. "It's better that way. Holly and Mandy get to keep their innocence...and they don't get effected by my life."
"I understand that."
The girls ran back in, sitting down at the table, and coloring.
"So you're d-i-v-o-r-c-e-d?" I said, spelling it out so the girls wouldn't understand what I was saying.
"W-i-d-o-w-e-r." He said, looking down.
"Oh Orlando, I'm so sorry."
"It was three years ago...she died in childbirth with Mandy." He said, motioning to the youngest child.
I nodded.
"Breana, you have to keep them a secret. I won't let them be affected by something I chose."
"I promise. I won't say a word."
The Orlando that was standing in front of me was not the pompus jerk that had spoken so rudely to me only yesterday. He was...soft, and kind. And the way he looked at his daughters made you want to just wrap him up in a bundle.
As if on cue, he looked over. "I'm sorry about the past few days, I know I was rude. I..I just don't know how to balance out who I am here, at home, and still be the other guy too."
I nodded. "It's okay, I understand." I smiled.
"Can you stay for lunch?"
I sighed, and fiddled with my sunglasses nervously, putting them on the top of my head without thinking. Before I could answer, he reached forward, and touched my cheek. My immediate reaction was to pull away, but when I realized what he was touching, my face mirrored the one he'd had when he saw me standing in the hallway with Holly.
"Looks like I'm not the only one leading a double life. Where did you get this bruise?"
"I...I...ran into a cabinet."
"A cabinet?" He said, raising his eyebrow.
"Y-yes" I stuttered.
"You're not a very good liar. Did someone do this to you?"
"I..um..uh..."
"Breana. It's okay, you can tell me." I winced in pain as he touched the bruise again. "Here." He stepped away, getting an icepack from the freezer. He held it to my face. "Who did this?"
"M-my husband." I said, giving up the tough girl act.
"You're married?"
"Trying to get divorced."
"Smart girl" he said, in an attempt to make me smile. It worked a bit, and I looked up at him. "Is that why you came to London?" He asked.
I nodded, and backed away, realizing just how close I was to my boss. He handed me the icepack, and I laid it to my face.
"He followed me." I explained.
"And where is he now?"
"My apartment."
"Come on." He said softly. "Maria!" He yelled up the stairs. "I'm leaving for a bit, will you watch the girls?"
She shouted back, and he took my hand, walking out with me. "Where are we going?"
"Your apartment. To get your things. You can't stay there with him, are you crazy?"
"And where the hell am I supposed to stay?" I asked, stopping him, and putting my hands on my hips.
"Anywhere but with him. No one deserves this Breana."
"You barely know me!" I said, still not budging.
"That dosen't matter. I may come off as a prat, but I'm really not. Now come on!"
"He's about twice as big as you Orlando, he'll snap you like a twig."
He smirked, and raised his eyebrow, as if he didn't believe me.
"Fine, let's go. But you've been warned." I said, getting into his car.
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A showdown! Carl is in for it but I hope Orlando will call the police on the way to Breana's place.
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Orlando looked over at me, as I pointed to my apartment building. "Are you ready?" he asked.
"No.."
"You don't want to be with him do you?"
My head shot up. "No!"
"Okay, then we have to get this over with. Come on." He said, taking my hand. This time, I didn't pull back. When I left the states, I left all of my friends behind. And now, a friend was exactly what I needed. Orlando and I walked to my apartment door. I used my key, and opened the door, stepping inside before Orlando. Carl immediatly grabbed me by the ponytail.
"Where the hell were you all day!" He barked, pulling me back.
"Get your hands off her!" Orlando cried, pushing Carl back, and sending me to the ground. Orlando bent down to get me.
"Who the hell are you?!" Carl yelled, pushing Orlando backwards. Orlando shot up quickly, and I got up, stepping between them.
"He's my boss."
"Oh, so you're screwing you're boss now? That's very nice Breana.I knew you were always a little whore."
"No, that's not it. He's just helping me get my things."
"Don't defend yourself to this wanker. He dosen't deserve it. Come on, let's get your things." Orlando said, hand on my waist, giving me a small push for confidence.
"She's not going anywhere." Carl said.
"Excuse me?"
"I didn't stutter did I? I said she's not going anywhere." He said, and I felt him grab my arm, squeezing too tight.
"Let her go mate." Orlando said, stepping forward.
"Mate? Seriously baby, where did you find this guy?" He said, looking over at me. He looked back at Orlando, wrapping his hands around my neck in a chokehold.
"What are you going to do about it...mate?" He said saracastically, choking me. I saw anger flare in Orlando's eyes as he swung at Carl. Carl landed back on the floor, thanks to a punch that a guy like Orlando didn't look like he had in him. The strain on my neck was released, and I collapsed on the floor as well.
"Come on love, we'll come back for your things later, after this wanker is arrested." He said, helping me up. My legs gave out, and he dipped down, scooping me up into his arms. I burried my face in my new-found friends shoulder, hoping this part of my life was truly over.
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By the time we got back to the house, Breana was able to walk, but I kept my arm around her waist anyway, just in case. "C'mon love. Let's get you into the spare bedroom."
"No, no, I'll just catch a cab to a hotel." She protested.
"I don't think so! If he tracked you across an ocean, what makes you think he won't track you across town?"
"He'll find me here too."
"Probably, but there's so much security here, he couldn't get in. And if he did, I'm here. And I'm not going to let him hurt you again. I promise."
"I can't put you and your girls in that kind of danger."
"I called the police, they're after him, and we aren't in danger. I won't let anything happen. I promise. Now come on!" I chuckled softly, helping her up the stairs. "I'll be right back." I said, helping her sit on the bed.
I went into my room, and got a pair of sweats and a rugby t-shirt from my drawer, bringing them to her. "The loo is right here love." I showed her. "Get a shower, and wash this horrible day off. Then we'll get you something to eat."
"Thank you Orlando" She gave a weak smile. "But you really don't have to do all this. I'm used to fending for myself."
"I figured as much. It's about time you let someone take care of you. Okay? Now go get a shower!" I said with a laugh.
She smiled, and nodded, walking into the bathroom. I went to check on the girls who were sound asleep in their beds.
Breana's POV
As the warm water washed over my body. I let the tears fall, cleansing myself inside and out. As I emerged, I dried off, and put on Orlando's clothes, tying my hair back, and walking down stairs in pursuit of something that smelled delicious. I walked into the kitchen, to find Orlando cooking. I smiled, and sat down at one of the chairs at the table.
"Orlando, you didn't have to cook for me."
"When I was growing up, my mum always fixed this for me when I was down. And I fix it for the girls." He sat down a bowl of chicken soup, and a grilled cheese sandwitch.
"Orlando, this is wonderful." I said, smiling at him from the table.
"Don't mention it." He said, sitting down beside me. "Here's how we're going to do this."
"Do what?" I asked confused.
"You moving in."
"Who says I'm moving in?" I said, raising my eyebrow.
"Me. I won't have you going home to that apartment and getting beat up evrey night, and I won't let him find you and hurt you again."
"Orlando, this is your home. I'm you're employee. You don't have to take me in just because I'm having a hard time."
He reached forward, lifting up my shirt, to expose my very bruised ribs. "This is more than 'a hard time' Breana."
I jerked the shirt down. "How did you know that was there?" I said timidly.
"When you bent over to get out of the car, I noticed you grab your ribs. I've broken my ribs before, I know how badly it hurts."
"I know, on Rings "
"That's right, how did you know that?"
"It's my job to know." I smiled.
"Oh, right." he laughed. "Hey, you changed the subject!"
"Mmhmm, I'm a master at it."
He shook his head, and lifted the shirt again, running his fingers over the bruise. 5 years in an abusive marriage and an abusive childhood had made me paranoid. "W-what are you doing?" I whimpered, half from pain, half from the fear of him touching me.
"I'm checking to see if any of them are broken." He said, as if it was obvious.
"O-oh." I said, moving my hand so he could check. As he ran his hand down my torso, he looked up at me. "You can trust me Breana. You're safe here."
I looked down, avoiding his eyes.
"What?"
"Carl said the same thing. Our wedding night he said: 'You're safe with me'."
"He wasn't abusive before?"
I shook my head. "I married him to get out of an abusive home. I don't think I ever really loved him. When he realized that, it started."
"Breana, I'm so sorry. You hide it well. Someone just meeting you would never know."
"Someone would never know you're father of the year either."
He shook his head. "You think I'm a good father?"
"Trust me Orlando, I know bad fathers. And the way you look at those little girls...it's like they're you're whole world."
"Because they are." He said with a shrug. "They're evreything to me."
I smiled. "See, that's what makes a good dad." he mirrored my smile, and I took a bite of soup, thinking maybe...my life was finally turning around.
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