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Friday 29 August 2014

The Man in the Mask



It was dark everywhere except for the gloomy streetlights which lit the road across Kingsland high street. His feet were bleeding more profusely than they did some moments before, he could barely walk now. It was almost midnight now. Silence reined the streets of Wood Green. He managed to pull some fragments of glass from the skin but some had penetrated deep enough to set his whole body on fire. Jake Stanton did not know what to do. Everything seemed fading away and his head was throbbing badly. He felt like the walls were closing down on him. He walked swiftly passed some teenagers who were stoned apparently into the nearby alley. He laid on the stoned floor his back facing the apartment building which looked deserted and dreadfully old. After making sure that nobody was watching, he entered the building through the fire escape and spent the night there. He lost track of time. And when he woke up it was almost dawn. The bleeding had stopped but the wounds still hurt. He gathered up his nearly negligible strength and walked to Whittington hospital where he was the head of neurology. The sky was dark grey and the streets were covered in snow. It was a mile away, so he didn’t have to walk that much. ‘Oh dear, how the hell did that happen Stan?!’ Dr. Stevens the head of surgery gasped as he walked into the ER and saw Jake. He then told about his little adventure last night. Doctor Forest Stevens was Jakes’ mentor and dearest friend. They had graduated from the same medical school and interned at the same hospital. He was like a big brother to him and he knew he could trust him with anything. ‘Damn you’ll get yourself killed trying to get to her you idiot. You should tell Lillian the truth my dear Jake, in person, if you want to be a part of her life. Anyway let’s get this dressed’ he scoffed while taking out the last piece of glass from his friends’ right foot. Jake had to rush now, he thought. Lillian’s flight was in a few hours and there was no time to waste. 

Lillian Stanton, the girl who lived alone in the huge red bricked mansion across Kingsland High Street, was his only child. Jake and his wife had separated when she was twelve, but never got a divorce due to her mother’s death from a brain aneurysm. Jake got the custody but left Lillian in the care of her aunt Clare who lived in Wales. The child proved to be untiringly strong and managed miraculously through all of it. Lillian finished her junior year at Woodside High School with A’s in all subjects and moved to the house her parents used to live in before she was born. She was the head of the student council and public speaking club at her school. Besides that, she was undoubtedly the brightest student of her class. But the saddest past was that she did not know her dad was alive and looked out for her secretly. Jake was proud of her but too scared to reveal himself, fearing that she would shut him out for the rest of her life. He had rented an apartment across the street far enough but not too much to make sure he could ensure the safety of his daughter.
It was two days to the prom night and she didn’t have a dress to wear for that night. When she came home from the dance class afterschool; that afternoon, quite weary, she went to her room to sleep straightaway without having lunch. The walls had flowery dark pink wallpaper on them.  A whole wall was covered by a shelf that had countless music records, another had Jakes’ old bookcase lined up against it which contained her book collection. She was a profound reader just like him. Several photographs that were taken by her, quite beautiful, were pinned to a soft board over her bed along with a photograph of her with Jake and his wife when Lil was a toddler and some newspaper clippings. It lay beside the guitar on her bed. The dress was white in color. It had sleeves of flowery net and the fall of silk and net. With it was a pair of heels which had diamonds on them. The note placed aside it said: ‘Wear them to the dance my love’. It was signed ‘J’. At first she thought it was Andy playing her. Andy was her cousin, son of her aunt Clare who never missed a chance to tease her. He went to school with her. But after confirming from him on phone that is wasn’t him she freaked out. It had been eight months since the first present came in. She called Detective Greg Chase of Scotland Yard, Andy’s father and informed him of her concern. He had a camera placed in the backyard for her security and to entrap the intruder. 

On prom night she was walking alone in the school’s front yard when Dave came searching there for her. Her eyes were wet. She was crying silently. The sky was full of stars and soft music penetrated from the school windows into the cool air around her. Dave was her best friend and helped her whenever she felt low and needed a friend by her side. He asked her what was wrong. ‘I miss them so much Dave! I feel so hollow and lonely. I wish if I could see them at this moment and hug them. It- it can be- so hard sometimes.’ She stammered while sobbing softly. He told her to not worry and asked for her to come inside and dance. Later on Dave went home with her to watch a movie, over coffee. When the movie was about to end, he paused it and moved close to her. ‘Lillian, I have something to tell you’. ‘Can it wait till tomorrow, please?’ she asked in a low whisper. ‘I guess, no’ he said that as he took her hands in his and said slowly: ‘Lil, I have never come across someone as amazing as you. You’re like, my light, my best friend in this whole world. And I am not afraid to tell you that I love you. Yes Lillian I love you so much and I will never let you go. I promise you even if the world falls apart and there is no hope left, I would be there to hold your hand, I will be your light in the darkest of times. I will die to protect you if I’d have to.’ He held her face and kissed her gently. In that moment time seemed to stop. There was nothing but endless space around them. They forgot the existence of this world and what could be felt was only the calm and peaceful feeling that melted their hearts. It was like someone had shielded her against all the pain that was trying to break her. When their lips parted, they both grinned at each other and went into an ephemeral embrace. ‘I’m so glad you happened to me sweetheart’, he said while leaving the front door some hours later. Next morning after coming home from a run and fixing herself a cup of milk and a couple of cookies Dave’s mom had baked for her, she went outside and opened the mailbox. It was windy and exceptionally chilly. The Sun was nowhere to be seen. She went inside quickly after getting the letters. And there it was. The one mail she had been waiting for since months, her admission decision from Yale. Her heart stopped beating as she opened it. She jumped with ecstasy when she read that they had accepted her. Sprinting around the living room she called Dave and broke the news to him. He almost started crying with happiness for her. The term was to start in two months. And there was a lot to be done. Her next two calls were to Andy and Aunt Clare. She informed Lillian that she’d be coming over the vacations to help her pack. 

The winters passed by like water flowing through a stream. It was the night of her departure. She was leaving early next morning. Dave was to drive her to the airport in his new Ford. He was going to Cambridge for his Bachelors but he promised her that they’d end up in the same university after this. He was over at hers all the time during that day. After he had left, she went into her room and opened the box in which she had things of her dad and mom. Whilst going through the album they had compiled when she was young, she whispered while looking above, ‘I wish you both were here to see how happy I am mom and dad, I miss you so much. I will never stop loving you’. Standing outside the room, hiding behind the closet Jake whispered back, ‘So would I my child, so would I’. He had entered the house through the front door. He wanted to see her one last time before she left him. Lillian had forgotten to lock it. The luggage lied there in the hallway. Everything seemed to be packed that was to be taken except some clothes were scattered all over her bedroom. She couldn’t sleep. She felt restless and scared. In a state of confusion, she put some broken glass near her bedroom window and thought the ‘present guy’ will come that night. That’s what she called him, ‘The present guy’. She believed whoever was doing all this was a dangerous person, playing with her by leaving those things. When Jake was about to leave he figured the door was locked now. Lillian must have done this while he was hiding. He took off his shoes and went to her room to go out through the window which was open fortunately he thought and did not see the glass because of the darkness that surrounded him. Lil was asleep. As he was just about to let out a faint shriek; Lillian moved in her bed but didn’t wake up. He climbed down quickly, holding his bloody DMs, bathing in pain and his feet all crimson without making even the faintest noise. 

After Dr. Stevens was done with the bandage. He forgot the unbearable pain his feet and legs were in and went to the flower shop to get some daisies and tulips which were Lillian’s favorites. He drove off, like the wind, to her house. She was inside so he crept to the Ford which was open and placed the flowers with the card and left. It was really cold and snowing since the last night. She said goodbye to detective Greg whom she had called when she saw blood in her room in the morning. They had pulled off the surveillance from the camera and all they saw was a man in a mask leaving her window last night. She was wearing a white fall dress and black boots with a Red fur coat and the hat Jake had knit for her when she was two, along with the watch which he gave her as the first present recently. When on way to airport, as they were about to turn through the streets corner she thought she saw a man whose feet were bandaged. She looked there again but there was no one there. When she got off the car in the parking area of the Heathrow airport, she saw the flowers and the card. It said, ‘you stay strong and safe the only woman I have ever loved in my entire life. Take care and safe journey. Love, Dad. xxx’ Tears welled up in her eyes as it dawned upon her, the reality. He had been near her the whole time. Watching over her all along and she was so blind that she couldn’t figure it, the man across the street who always seemed to watch her. It was her father. She called Jake and told him to leave a little present for that man across the street, a little something for ‘the present guy’, for her beloved dad. As he entered his house, he thought he had lost her forever. What he did not know was that in his room upstairs, resting in his closet was a chocolate fondant cake, his favorite, left there by his teenage daughter who was now miles away from him, on her way to New Haven. On the mantelpiece in the living room lay a mask covered in dirt. Jake Stanton was the man in the mask. He used to creep into Lillian’s’ room when she was at school. 

As the plane was about to take off she looked past the window and whispered ‘I love you dad’ and smiled. She was not angry or sad but was filled with delight to finally have come across her dad who loved her dearly.