Page 78 of Margot
“Maybe,” I muttered. I walked out of the bedroom and stared at the rest of the house. It was wide open and airy with white walls and art hung everywhere. I saw pictures of Sutton and Lennox on their wedding day hung on the wall near the couch and it made my heart twist.
If Sutton was married to Lennox, then that meant I was married to him too. It would explain why I fell for him so fast. My heart knew him no matter which one of us was in control of the body.
My eyes continued to scan until fear struck me and nearly turned my vision black. My stomach balled itself into a knot and bile rose in the back of my throat. I stumbled backward and bumped right into Lennox.
“What’s wrong, Margot?” His dark brows knitted together as he regarded me.
“W-Why do you have that fuckingthingin here?” I aimed a trembling hand at the huge Steinway facing the window.
My blood ran cold and I shifted my gaze away from it.
“The piano?” Lennox asked, turning me to face him.
“Why the fuck is it here?” I shouted. My body vibrated with horror. I pressed my back against the wall and tried to shut my eyes.
“Margot, calm down. Sutton plays the piano. I told you that. She’s a concert pianist. She plays with the Baltimore Symphony Orchestra.” His words were like nails on a chalkboard to me. How could anyone that I shared a fucking body with play the piano? How?
“No. That’ can’t be right, Lennox. How does she play the piano? How could she even touch one?” I tried to remember if I’d ever seen that piano since I’d obviously been in Sutton and Lennox’s house before. Every time I tried to conjure a memory, I only got fear.
“She’s been playing since she was…”
“Four years old…” My mind flashed like someone turned on a light switch and I was plunged into the horror that was my childhood.
“DuBois,” Lennox muttered my last name under his breath and I looked at him from teary eyes. Eyes that begged him to pull me out of the ocean I was drowning in.
Please…
“Fuck.” Lennox rushed over to the front door and grabbed a coat. He thrust it at me and I shrugged it on. If it meant we were going somewhere away from the fucking piano I was all for it.
“What’s going on?” I asked once we were in Lennox’s car and I could breathe better. It smelled familiar like I’d been inside of it hundreds of times before. I wondered if I was feeling Sutton’s memories. I couldn’t see all of her memories clearly but I could feel them.
“I want to take you to see Dr. Adler. We have an appointment for later on but I’m going to see if she can see us for an emergency visit since you’re here.” He offered me a kind smile but I was still on edge.
Not too long ago, I was my own person. I was splintered and shrouded in depression and darkness but I had my own life. Now, I was a part of someone else. We shared a life.
“Can you tell me why you freaked out over the piano?” Lennox asked.
“I fucking hate pianos. I told you that some really horrible things happened to me when I was little, Lennox. I hate talking about it. It sends me into that dark place.”
“Okay, I don’t want to force you. Just remember that you promised me you’d talk to Dr. Adler if you found yourself in her office. Please talk to her, Margot. I love you and I want to help you work through this.” I couldn’t ignore the love pouring from him. It was always there. It had been there since I first saw him in Honolulu. Now I knew why. Lennox was looking at his wife.
“Do you really love me, Lennox?” I asked, folding my arms.
“Of course I do. I love you and Sutton. I wasn’t lying when I told you that, Margot. I’m not letting go of you. I’m not letting you just hide in the darkness either. You need to get this shit off your chest. You have to stop holding on to it.”
I sat staring out of the window, trying to access Sutton’s memories of the Dr.’s office. I saw flashes of a cozy office and a couch. It was the same place I saw when I woke up in Lennox’s bed.
When we pulled into a parking space and stopped, I looked over at Lennox, scared of what I was getting ready to walk into. He sensed my apprehension and reached over to touch my face.
“You’ll be fine,” he said. His words were bandages to my battered soul. Maybe I would be fine. Maybe I could withstand this blow.
But what if I couldn’t?
Lennox walked me into the office building and went straight to the secretary at the front desk. She seemed nice enough but the way she stared at Lennox made me possessive.
“Mr. English, your appointment isn’t until three thirty. Unless you just came to see me.” She giggled and leaned forward so that her cleavage was on full display.
What the fuck?
