What ever happened to Helena G. Wells? Chapter 4
From that point on Helena touched Helen as often as she could; a little caress here and a soft touch there. Sometimes she held her silently, just enjoying the feel of her in her arms. It was on one of those days that Helen took her hand and led her to the exit. Helena raised an eyebrow in question.
“I want to show you something,” Helen said and led her out of the enclosure.
Helena looked around the large round room. She instantly spotted all the security features. This place was indeed a fort. Realizing that it would be very hard, and perhaps even impossible to escape from here she followed Helen silently. Helen led her over to another glass window. It looked like it had water behind it. Helena looked at Helen for an explanation. Then she saw movement and took a step back as a woman’s face emerged. A woman with a fish’s tail. “A mermayde?” she said shocked. “This can’t be real. They don’t exist.”
“Believe it Helena,” Helen said and laughed. She put her hand against the glass and the mermaid did the same. Helena watched in fascination as the two seemed to be communicating. Helen looked at her over her shoulder. “Come here,” she said. Helena took a cautious step closer. She startled when Helen took her hand and put it against the cold glass. “Listen,” she whispered.
Helena had no idea what she had expected to happen, but to hear singing was not one of them. The mermaid sang to her. At first she just listened to the beautiful sound of the song, but after a moment she could make out actual words. The sadness and despair in her voice touched something inside Helena and tears fell from her dark eyes. She was so spellbound by the mermaid she didn’t even notice. As Helena’s tears fell, the song changed. She could feel hope and joy in the sea creature. She put her other hand against the glass and it too was mirrored from the other side. The song escalated and Helena felt like she was spinning. She felt like she was surrounded by love. She looked into the mermaids clear eyes and finally she understood. When the sea creature disappeared into the opaque water Helena sank to her knees. Helen kneeled next to her, pulling her into a comforting embrace.
After the meeting with the mermaid, Helena started writing again. At first she was using an old-fashioned leather bound journal and her favorite fountain pen, but once Helen realized that her writing was not dangerous, she gave her a computer. Helena was surprised.
“Don’t get too excited dear. It doesn’t have internet access. It cannot be fiddled with to get access outside of here. Even if you could, the electric shield around this building is impenetrable,” Helen explained.
“Thank you for sharing. I would’ve hated to waste my time for nothing,” Helena snapped.
“Just write Helena. You were so happy a moment ago. Don’t go down this path,” Helen said softly and cupped her cheek. “I’ll leave you to it.”
Helena didn’t answer.
Helen stepped thought the exit, and almost missed the softly spoken words. “Will I see you for dinner?” Helena asked softly.
“Of course,” Helen said with a brilliant smile.
Helena didn’t know when she started to write about Myka. The first time she realized it she was writing about a character in the new novel she was working on. She sat back and stared at the screen. Her hand shook a little as she scrolled up and reread what she had just written. It sounded like Myka. It felt like Myka. She hid her face in her hands and cried. She felt soft hands on her shoulders and she turned and wrapped her arms around Helen’s waist. Helen stroked her hair as she cried.
“I miss her,” she finally admitted.
“I know,” Helen said softly. “What would you say to her, if you had the chance?”
Helena looked up at her in surprise. Then to Helen’s disappointment, she turned away. “Nothing. There’s nothing I can say that would make up for what I did to her.”
Helen tried to touch her, but she slipped away and walked over to the fireplace. She stood with her back to Helen, her hands resting on the mantle. She looked into the dancing flames as she spoke. “I love Myka more than life itself. I cannot hurt her again. And that’s why I cannot ever see her again.”
“And what makes you think that’s your decision to make Helena?”
Helena turned around. She shook as she looked at the woman standing there. “Myka,” she whispered.
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