POST #35 “The facts? The facts of life…I have no idea what facts you want me to share with you. I don’t even know what is going on. The only thing I know was that I was brought to safety because what happened across from the palace. Therefore, if you can share any other relevant details I may be able to assist in relaying the facts…” I said. The man looked down at the table and then back up again. His unbuttoned black collared shirt showed off the top of chest which was a shade of red. “I know you don’t have any facts, I wanted to test your response to my inquiry. However, I will enlighten you on the security threat we are currently involved in”, he flipped through some papers on the desk, “We received word a few minutes ago that your life is at risk. The bomb that was set off across from the palace was a warning for you. Details are still trickling in but I do know that there was a note left at the bombed site. The note stated the disappointment in the monarchy’s choice of an American as the next Queen.” The man said frankly. I had no idea how to react to the fact that there was a bombing in my name. I certainly never thought of the particular circumstance every coming up in my existence, but the fact was I was a public figure like it or not. “I don’t know what to say, have you ever had a bomb declared in your name? Or don’t you tell anyone your name? Maybe you have it right it is better to remain anonymous so that no one could drop bombs. Isn’t dropping bombs what rappers do? I really don’t know what to think about the situation. I’m not feeling to well.” I said. My stomach started to ache and felt very nauseas. People did not want or like me and I was not alright with that. I didn’t want to break people’s spirits or ruin their country. The media was going to have a field day with me. I was going to create a terror in England until finally the King comes to his senses and ships me back to America. I felt like damaged goods. I did not like to be judged by people that didn’t know me that well, but maybe I deserved it since I had done that to other people for most of my life. CHAPTER 14 They say ‘what goes around comes around’ and maybe that was why I was being placed in the predicament. Maybe I was being too philosophical. I was a college graduate which meant I could analyze things to death and people had to be alight with that. I believe that education gave licenses not diplomas to be over analytical and to believe that everything that happened was the result of ‘what was meant to occur’. “We are going to take care of the situation”, the man with the slicked hair said. Because of the current situation, I was becoming more agitated and the agitation quickly turned to annoyance. “You know you are really getting on my nerves! What is your name? And what is our next step here?” I said as I felt the vein bulge from my neck. He flashed a slight smile, “It’s about time you became demanding. My name is Jeremy Robinson and I am with Scotland Yard. Our next step is to find the individual or individuals who did this and remedy the situation. The concern we have at the present is that it will happen again with another group of individuals. The King and you will have to develop a plan to get you out in public so that they can begin to get to know you. Of course there is going to be tight security, but nevertheless it will need to happen since you are the heir to the throne, your majesty.” “You’re a smart ass Jeremy, I kind of appreciate it.” I said with a slight smile. “Once we get the area around the palace cleared out you are cleared to return”, he rose from the table and then looked at me, “You will be fine, I have been assigned to protect you and I will not let you down my future Queen.” He said as walked back up the stairs. I will be first admit that I thought Jeremy would be a stuffy English man, but I was judging him just like the people of England were judging me. I was alone in the basement with my own thoughts which were punishment enough. I thought about how much I was missing my Mom and how I wished I could inform her about what was going on. If the afterlife was what I expected it to be she was looking down at me. I had to believe that was the case since the thought of her watching me was the only thing not making me feel completely isolated. I tried to keep positive thoughts at the forefront of my brain, but I kept coming back to the fact that people set off a bomb because they didn’t like me. I would say that was pretty serious. I have had people ignore me because they didn’t like me or even tell me they didn’t like me, but setting off a bomb in the front my ‘house’ never happened to me. My brain churned and churned on the thought that there were people that disliked me that much and it certainly did not feel good. I could hear the door open at the top of stairs and I could faintly smell cigarette smoke. Jeremy was carrying a tray and he placed it on the table. It contained a cup of tea and a sandwich wrapped in wax paper. “I thought you could use a little something. If you haven’t learned from your short stay in England, a cup of tea makes everything better…even a bomb scare.” He said sarcastically. I smiled. I loved this man. He was pretty attractive in a very Sherlockian way. “Thank you so much…can I ask you something?” I said. He sat his tall lanky physique in the chair across from me; he interlaced his fingers and said “Yes”. Jeremy was very mysterious. “Do you like Sherlock Holmes?” I asked. I looked in to his dark eyes that were focused not on me, but on another part of the room. A little smile crossed his lips. “I didn’t know him; he is well over 100 years old. I don’t look that old, do I?”
Posted on: Fri, 27 Sep 2013 00:43:53 +0000
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