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Home Front Chapter 1Chapter 1
London, May 1944
It was war. It had been war for the last five years. In 1939, Poland was invaded. It was the start of Adolf Hitler's war against the rest of Europe. But they weren't the only ones in war. Indonesia had been invaded by the Japanese and it didn't take too long before America was threatened as well.
But Great-Britain was one of the few countries who had their own government in their own country. Winston Churchill told the people to keep up hope and asked the men to fight for their king and country. But nobody was sure if everyone would be safe in the United Kingdom. It could be only a matter of time before the Germans would try to take over this island.
War has never been easy, and it wasn't fair too. But it was the duty of these men to fight, so they would keep their wives and children safe.
Lucy was a young woman when she met Andrew, who had little care about the rest of the world. She managed to turn Andrew in a caring man, who served for his count
Without Each other Last Chapter
Anita walked around through the enormous house. It was indeed some time since she was there for the last time. Several years to be exact. She hadn't been there since she and Victor were engaged. Because there was no need to go there.
But she was back now and she wasn't really planning on going to home now. A door opened and she turned around. Behind her was the man who had brought her into the house. "How are you, my dearest Anita?" asked the Italian sculptor as he saw his guest.
"I've felt better." whispered Anita as she looked to Alphonse. She had told him everything. About her marriage with Victor, how she felt that he was cheating on her and about her pregnancy. Of course, Alphonse had still some contacts at U.Z.Z., so he knew what was going on there most of the time.
"Don't you worry. Here in Italy, you don't have to think about your cheating husband or to worry about your child or even the money. You can stay here as long as you want and the baby is welcome here too."
Without Each Other ch 5
Victor came to his work. He didn't sleep well, since Anita didn't come home last night. He felt horrible; he had no idea who could have taken Anita or why someone would take her. There was no note, no phone call, just completely nothing from the kidnapper.
He had taken his sky-bike and flew through the city. If Anita was just mad, and he couldn't really see why she would be mad, he would have seen her somewhere. He went to her favourite spots, but she wasn't there either and no-one had seen her that day.
Victor turned around when he heard that familiar voice. A pitch-dark haired woman walked up to him. "Hello, Blanche." he said as his partner approached him.
Blanche took one look at him and knew that there was something going on. "What's wrong, Victor?" she asked. As a former agent of the French Secret Agency, she knew when someone was hiding something.
"Anita didn't come home last night." said Victor and he looked to his partner. "Do you think we
Without Each Other ch 4Chapter Four
This wasn't the way she wanted to live for the rest of her life. Hoping that her own husband wasn't cheating on her while she was pregnant.
Anita looked out of the window. She was standing in an empty room. It was the room that she and her husband would turn into a baby room that day. They had cleaned the room a few days before, so they would be able to start painting the room as soon as Victor would come home.
But Victor was nowhere near. Instead, he was somewhere in some rainforest, doing something. That was all she could understand from it. She had to call Ray, because Victor's telephone was gone. And all Ray said was that Victor and Blanche had a mission in one of the rainforests somewhere.
"He told me so many times that he would be there for me when I would need him." she whispered to herself. "But when I need him the most, he's away for some mission." It wasn't the first time and it wouldn't be the last time that something like this would happen during her pregnancy.
Without Each Other ch 3Chapter Three
Anita looked to her candles. They were still burning, but it wouldn't take long before they would be completely burned out.
She stood up and took her plate with her. It was the second time that week that Victor didn't come home for dinner. It was the sixth time in two months that he forgot to tell her.
Anita now knew how it would feel for the husbands and wives of the U.Z.Z. agents.
And when he was at home during dinner, he told her everything about Blanche and their missions. Of course, she shouldn't mind it so much, but she had the feeling that he didn't always tell her everything that happened that day. Everything that he did with Blanche.
But that wasn't the worst thing. Anita walked into the kitchen and she threw the rest of her dinner away. While she was washing her plate, she looked to her wedding-ring. It was their anniversary; their fourth anniversary. She couldn't believe it that just on their happiest day of their life, he wouldn't be there wi
I could't have done this, ch 2Chapter 2
It was a beautiful day in summer. Well, at least it was a beautiful day for most people. Just like it was for a woman who was enjoying the summer in the garden.
Victor looked out of the kitchen window. He was in the kitchen, making some lemonade. Years has passed and they survived one of the biggest draw-backs of their marriage. Victor grabbed the serving tray and he took it with him outside.
"Some lemonade for a beautiful lady." he said once he approached his beloved wife.
Anita smiled and she took the glass that Victor gave to her. "Thank you, Victor." she said.
Victor sat down next to her and smiled. "How do you feel?"
"I feel wonderful." said Anita and she took a sip from her lemonade. "I'm just glad that I'm back home again."
"Well, you were doing wonderful and there were no other complications."
"That's true." said Anita and she took another sip. "Mm, this is wonderful."
"So, where is ?" Victor started, but some noise from the other side of the house didn't
I could't have done this, ch 1I couldn't have done this
For the most people in the United Kingdom, it was a beautiful day in the summer.
And for a young couple, the day did start wonderful. But a couple of words ended this feeling, maybe even for the rest of their lives.
Victor Volt was in the kitchen, making some lemonade. It was the U.Z.Z. summer vacation and he and his wife were enjoying this rare beautiful weather.
He let out a deep sigh and placed the lemonade and two glasses onto the serving tray. Together with his serving tray, he walked towards the garden. He was married for a couple of years now and he could still feel the strong love between him and his beautiful wife. Just like when he met her for the first time. "I have some lemonade for you." said the caring husband when he approached his wife. She spent the whole afternoon in the garden, which could be seen as pretty huge. They bought the house just when they were engaged. They were happy with the many rooms it had, but
Leaving Southampton She was in the kitchen when he stumbled in noisily, tripping as he went past the shelves and catching the edge of the table to keep himself from falling.
Pretending not to hear the stream of curses that followed, she kept her eyes fixed on the dishes, letting her hand trail in the soapy water. There was a loud scraping of wood against grimy concrete as he drew a chair and collapsed into it. At this she looked up, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, unnecessarily, "You've been drinking."
He clutched his head and said nothing. He hadn't shaved in weeks and stank of sweat and alcohol; he looked much older than his eighteen years.
They sat in silence for a while. Then he announced, loudly, "Fuck."
She didn't bother to tell him off. She just waited. And jumped when he suddenly brought his fist down, hard, onto the table.
"Our lives here are s
Our DutyWe swallowed the path home
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
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