GET GONE
The Beginning of an End to a Beginning
by Eduardo

  Monday 23 April  20:20
   Well its eight twenty and she not back yet so must be having a good time. Hope she is not getting angry about something as I've got that deep bad feeling in my stomach pits again. I always get it when something really bad is going down or about to. I often get them before Eliza has one of her negative outbursts. I had the same last week while she was out somewhere and even told her when she came home that night that I had experienced one of those feelings, which she knows well about and understands. I even told her that I figured she must have gotten angry with me over something and was coming home for an argument. But no, for the first time ever a false alarm mystery. And now again, that horrible dead feeling right in the pit. Its not with any butterflies as they are usually something exciting whereas this is downright depressingly sick. The sort you would get if someone close just died if you know what I mean.
   It started at exactly eight twenty and started me writing this down straight away as it must have some meaning and importance to all this. I am not accustom to false alarms with these feelings and it worries me, because if its not Eliza then who the hell is it? Liam and her are the only two people I am bonded with and Liam's okay I know. Hope nothings happened to her or she's got some new grudge or, just like last time she will come home all happy and top of the world and another false alarm. I await to see which it is. All I know is something's going down somewhere and its tied to me quite strongly. These feelings have never let me down before, I may not have known where they were coming from each time, but they have got me out of a lot of bother just in the nick of time on countless occasions in my over active and sometimes dangerous life.

  They even saved my life in Portugal. I drove round the bend and started up the hill on my way back to our villa from the office as I did most days. I knew the road blindfold, every little quirk and bump, and there were many as it was only a back road in Portugal for heavens sake. Normally I would start up the hill at around fifty and slow down towards another slight bend at the top. That day though, as I reached the first corner at around fifty, the deep gut feeling came. Complete with a spinal ice shiver and intenseness that I still cannot described. I had hit the brakes and slowed down to about fifteen as I came around the bend and started crawling up the hill in low gear. That's when the other car appeared. Hurtling around the corner like a maniac, he came straight down the hill out of control. He then panicked and instead of hitting the brakes he jammed down the accelerator and ploughed straight into me head on. To give an idea of the impact, my skid marks went about six feet forwards and sixty feet backwards. Both cars were a complete write off. They reckon the combined speed was around a ninety. You know what they say about seeing stars and all that. Well I saw stars, lots of them set against a background mist of white powder.
   When I came too, my chest was like an elephant was sat on it, I couldn't quite make out my hand from the steering wheel it was entangled with, it looked a horrible mess. Somehow I managed to elbow open the buckled door with a mighty heave and crawled out, more concerned about fire than anything else. I had the sense even though dazed to grab my briefcase and stumbled over to a low stone wall that separated the road from a sheer drop. I didn't know it then but I had multiple fractures and a totally smashed hand, along with three severe fractures of the spinal cord, plus some minor ones and severe trauma to that small bulbous part at the base of the skull. Oh and my sternum was broken and pushed four inches backwards.

  Had I not had that feeling when I did, the combined speed would have been too great for either of us to survive and one or both cars would have ended up down the ravine. That's just one of hundreds of less dramatic pre-sensing experiences and they have never been wrong before. Like its nine ten now and they are back again, really deep enough to physical shake you. Even the heart rate goes up and now there is a little shakiness and cold sweating. Tell you these feelings are nasty, I loath them yet I must love them for they protect. So what on earth is up I don't know, but I don't like it and its certainly not good towards my life. I had them a couple of times when she was in Japan and twice since she's been out to the City lately.
   If it continues I am going to have to do some serious thinking about Eliza moving pronto, because I don't like this situation too much. There's some heavy shit going on somewhere and the smells getting strong.

  Well talk about funny mixture of feelings. I've been feeling horny all day and now in between these bouts of deep stomach senses, I am feeling hot horny. Just waiting for the house lights to go on and I'm off to take her straight to bed. Haven't felt this excited amount of horniness for a while. Its a strange one though, almost highly erotic or excitingly different in some way, its got me thinking about orgies and things like that. Hope she's home soon as its ten now and getting late.

  She might be well healed from the sickness now, though there are occasional residual remains where she can go blank minded and not realise where she is going. Also the odd days of body pain, which disorientates her a little. So although getting much fitter, I do worry when she is out in the city. It's a busy environment full of pre-occupied people and drivers who move too fast, even for the seasoned Londoner it has dangers, let alone someone whose not used to it and pre-occupied in some fantasy or other. Even before she became ill. Eliza was never a very careful person especially in heavy traffic. Hence why one of her many driving instructors eventually told her to become rich and get a chaffered and she still does not drive as she knows she cant handle the confusion. All this is very new to her. Going out on her own without her trusted chauffeur and protector, especially to the city which she has always had a love hate relationship with due to the confusion, noise and pollution. To to see her anxious to be on the tube is quite amazing, considering how much she has always disliked too much of it. Yet another dramatic change in her lifestyle.

  Obviously, this Valencia friend of hers is ideal at the moment. She has a few connections and is in the same boat as Eliza. Her husband who is partially disabled, she's had lots of lovers and lives in one of the most expensive properties in London with balconies overlooking the park. Poor chap, he cant help what happened and they have a home worth a couple of mil.  But being from Russia, she's  into all this Ju Ju stuff and mystic stuff.  So I imagine they spend much time fuelling each others thoughts about black magic and such.  Obviously, Valencia will know all about the black christians, the maid, the supposed Ju Ju, and of course being from Russia, black has never been flavour of the month.  So I know where most of all this fuelled from, but that's her problem.  If she wants to get lost in the spiritual world somewhere fine, but don't try and manifest any of them in my space anymore.

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