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Chapter Twenty – The Keeper.
Elise showered and dressed, then bundled a few clothes up into plastic bag before creeping down stairs. Ever so carefully she opened the front door. For a moment she just stood there inhaling the fresh morning air. Soon she would be free. Elise sat down on the cool stone steps and waited and watched for Patrick's car to come up the drive-way. How long exactly had she been here? A few weeks? A few months? A few years even? It had been as if time had no measure since she had arrive at Layla's house.
She rested her elbows in her knees and cupped her chin in her hands as she let her mind drift over the past few months. In an odd kind of way become rather fond of Rose. In many ways she had become like the mother Elise had never known, guiding and advising her, teaching and disciplining her. And Layla – Mistress Layla – she had been so very generous and giving in her own special way. “You are the love of my life, little Elise, ” that's what she said. No one else, except her father, had ever loved her that much. What would it do to Layla not to have her ‘little Elise' around? As she thought about it and a wiry little smile formed on her lips—it would break Layla's heart, that's what it would do.
In the distance, at the end of the long driveway, she could now see Patrick's distinctive red Porsche speeding towards the house.
Elise stood up and took in another deep breath of the fresh morning air. Yes, it indeed it felt very symbolic. The past few months may have been a complete blur at times, but now everything was very clear in her head. Today would be a whole new beginning of a whole new and wonderful life for Elise. She smiled—a big happy smile that almost made her laugh. She couldn't remember the last time she felt so good. Then, picking up her bag of clothes, and without the slightest hesitation, she turned around and walked back inside the house.
Up in her room, Elise carefully put away the clothes she had so hastily packed earlier, then she paddled down the stairs, and into the kitchen.
“Would you like a cup of tea, Miss Elise?” Rose stood at the stove pouring boiling water into a china teapot.
“Yes, that would be lovely, thank you, Rose.” Elise sat down and Rose poured.
“You know you've made the right decision Elise. I'm glad you've decided to stay, and I know Layla will be very happy, too,” Rose told her, nodding and passing the cup and saucer.
Elise shot her a puzzled look and then a little frown.
“Oh, it's alright, your little secret's safe with me.”
Elise gave a little sigh of relief then, lifting the cup, took a sip of her tea. "Rose, I'm the luckiest," she gushed, "Mistress Layla is the most wonderful Mistress any girl could possibly hope for. I love her so much."
Rose just smiled.
The End.
Edited by Curtis. Thank you Curtis
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