Twelve Days The Beginning

Chapter Twenty-Eight

The drive home was torture, traffic was heavy as it was a Friday night, and Elise’s mood swung from one of absolute fear and dread, to panic and then through to hope that perhaps Olivia had not said anything to Dale. The girl hated her - that had become obvious in the last half an hour - but with the exception of Elise’s relationship with Vaughn which she really didn’t feel warranted such a level of hatred, she had absolutely no idea why.

It had begun to rain and Elise absently turned on the radio, wondering whether or not this would turn to snow in the coming days and if they would be blessed with a white Christmas. Despite all of the horror that her life represented, she still smiled childlike at the prospect of waking up on Christmas morning to a pure blanket of whiteness. She remembered that it had snowed one year when she had been little and her Mum and Dad had wrapped her up warm and they had all gone sledging. She wished that she had bottled those times and kept them safe so that she could open them up and draw on them and remember how innocent life used to be before she became a grown up and made her own rather messy way in the world.

Dale’s car was already in the driveway when she pulled in and she had to force herself to cut the engine, get out and walk to the door. She had no idea what she would be faced with when she entered and she was absolutely terrified. If Dale even had a hint of a thought that she had been unfaithful then she wasn’t sure she would have the strength or resolve to live through his punishment. As she had left the office Cole had begged her to wait for him, to come home with him and leave Dale once and for all but she couldn’t do that. Even though she knew that things were over, she felt she owed it to Dale to be honest and up front rather than to run away and hide leaving everyone else to sort out the mess.

She had not seen Vaughn at all since he had left her in the car park. His car had still been there when she had left so she assumed that he was either still upstairs or in his office, waiting for the time when he could be with Olivia? Who knew what the truth was there but if he had cared about her at all, she would have thought he would have made some effort to contact her before she left and not left it to his ‘mistress’ to deliver the happy news of their assignation. Despite the hole that it left in her heart at the thought of him meeting Olivia, she recognised that it was probably for the best. She could get on with sorting out her life without worrying about his feelings and she knew that in reality she needed to focus single-mindedly on that.

The front door opened just as she was about to put her key in the lock and Dale stood there with a huge welcoming smile on his face and Elise immediately noted that he was sober.

“Hi, gorgeous!” he pulled her into an all-enveloping hug before closing the door behind her and relieving her of her coat and bag. “I’ve missed you so much. I couldn’t believe it when I called your office and they said you would be home early. I’ve been working so many hours recently that I managed to swing it to leave early tonight, thought we could have a cosy night together – catch up on the gossip, that sort of thing.”

Tentatively, Elise looked at Dale. She wasn’t used to him being this friendly and reasonable and although she knew that the lack of drink helped, part of her was nervous about what this sudden change in mood could mean. He had referred to calling her office but only in passing so she could only hope that, despite the other girl’s hatred, Olivia had not given out any details of the circumstances of her early return. Immediately she felt a wave of relief wash over her that she wasn’t going to have to deal with that particular battle tonight and she hugged Dale back, albeit a little half-heartedly.

He released her and manoeuvred her towards the lounge and as he did so, she became aware of a delicious aroma coming from the kitchen. Dale had cooked? He never cooked – ever.

“It’s only one of those two-person bags of Chinese.” He said as he obviously noted her glance towards the kitchen. “Thought you could do with a break from the cooking after your busy couple of days.”

Elise searched his words for any hint of sarcasm or irony but found none and began to finally relax, relieved that she didn’t have to cook and could just rest her weary legs and begin to make sense of everything that had happened.

As she entered the lounge though she stopped short shocked, unable to comprehend the transformation that had occurred since she had left on Thursday morning. Dale had moved some of the furniture around to allow space for a large artificial Christmas tree in the corner, which he had fully decorated with lights and baubles. He had even put some tinsel around the picture frames on the walls. Elise gasped, unable to formulate any words as she stared at the scene and then belatedly, she began to consider its implication.

Like cooking, Dale didn’t do Christmas. Last time she had bought a tree he had hastily removed it to the garden and it had ended its life at the local landfill site. She couldn’t even begin to comprehend what on earth had possessed him to get a Christmas tree this year, especially when he must have realised that things were so finely balanced between them.

Dale was watching her as she took in his handiwork and his grin became even broader.

“Thought we could celebrate it properly this year – maybe like a new start? I got the tree and bits this afternoon after I had spoken to Olivia and realised that you would be back early. Thought I would surprise you. What do you think?”

Olivia? Hang on a minute, first of all he had spoken to her ‘office’ and now he was referring to Olivia on first name terms, just dropped in there casually, as if they were old friends. Her radar was beginning to warn her that something was off but she just couldn’t seem to put her finger on it.

“It’s beautiful,” she replied, “So nice to have some festive cheer this year – I think we both need it.”

“That’s what I thought.” said Dale, “I’ve even got you presents but you’ll have to wait until Christmas Day for those.”

Those? Plural? Dale had bought her something other than the usual perfume? She almost felt like she had walked into an alternate universe and just about stopped herself from pinching her arm to make sure that she was still alive.



“So, what’s prompted all of this?” she asked as Dale continued to steer her into the lounge and towards the sofa. “You have to admit this is all seriously out of character.”

Dale looked at her almost regretfully. “I know it is and that’s why. I’ve had time to think and things have become clearer over the last couple of days. We need to put some work into this, and I know that I haven’t been the easiest person to be around for a while.”

Elise looked up at Dale as she sat down on the sofa and registered the sincerity in his eyes but there was also an edge there, something that she couldn’t decipher and unbidden a shiver ran down her spine.

Dale was watching her and as she settled herself, he dropped down to join her, running his hand gently across her face where Olivia had slapped her.

“Ouch!” he said, “What the hell happened to your face?”

“Oh, it was nothing,” she lied, “I tripped over a rug at the hotel and came face to face with the rough carpet; it’s more of a burn than anything else.” She really was a scarily proficient liar these days.

“Clumsy...” he said as he gently caressed the injury, “but still my beautiful Elise.”

Aware that his hand was now starting to drift down her cheek and towards her neck and collarbone, she grasped it in hers and pressed a kiss into his palm.

“Hadn’t you better go and check on the food?” she asked, “It smells delicious.”

He kept her gaze for a moment, an almost puzzled expression on his face, and then he stood up and headed towards the kitchen. “I hope you’re hungry” he shouted back as he departed, “I don’t know how much they think two people can eat!”

The food was delicious but far too much as Dale had predicted and Elise was absolutely stuffed by the time she admitted defeat. Dale’s good mood had continued throughout the meal and he had drunk only water which really shocked Elise. It was unheard of for Dale to drink water on a Friday night when he had the whole weekend to recover, and the more his behaviour differed from the norm, the more unsettled she began to feel.

So far he had given no indication of knowing anything at all about what had happened at the conference and he had barely mentioned it, other than to ask if it had been successful. Despite her unease at his radical change of behaviour, Elise began to accept that maybe Olivia had kept her mouth shut as she was certain she would have known about it by now if she hadn’t.

Once the dishes had been cleared away, Dale suggested that they watch a movie and she was surprised to see that he had hired The Holiday, one of her favourite Christmas movies but a real chick flick – something that she would have expected to watch with Cole, not her thriller-loving husband. She was amazed that he even knew the film existed, let alone that it was one of her favourites, and had to give him credit for that at least. It almost felt like he was trying to woo her all over again and Elise wondered if he had finally realised that things between them were well and truly broken.



Whilst it was wonderful and definitely a pleasant change to see this side of her husband, his actions this evening had not changed her mind at all and she knew with absolute certainty that she no longer loved him and, as such, there could be no future for them. No happily-ever-after. Not anymore.

She had already decided to leave their final discussion though until after Christmas and her heart lifted at the prospect of this perhaps being a pleasant one, rather than the usual drunken and abuse-filled day. She may be intending to break his heart at the end of it but given his behaviour over the last five years, she had seriously begun to doubt that he even had a heart left anyway.




As the end credits began to roll, Elise became aware of the fact that somewhere during the course of the movie Dale had linked hands with her and his arm was across her shoulders resting on the back of the sofa. This was so reminiscent of the old days that she inadvertently snuggled into him, breathing in his familiar scent and loving that it wasn’t tainted with alcohol for once.

Too much had happened for them ever to go back to the innocence of those early days, but tonight it felt like something magical had happened and they were both being allowed to enjoy their relationship as it had been, for one last time.

When Dale tugged her to her feet and led her up the stairs, it didn’t occur to her to argue. She wasn’t an idiot and she knew what was going to happen but she also knew that it felt right. Almost like a goodbye. She and Dale had been in love for countless years and even though for her it was over now, she couldn’t forget what they had had in the past and maybe they both needed this almost calm release so that they could remember the good, forget the bad and move forward.

They made love that night with a tenderness that had been sorely missing in recent times and although Elise didn’t enjoy it, she recognised the beauty of it for what it was. For her, it was closure and she knew that in the next few days things would undoubtedly get rough but at least she could leave with one beautiful memory of her marriage to hold on to.

She tried to blank from her mind the fact that she had promised Vaughn that she wouldn’t do this and she couldn’t believe how the whole time she was with Dale she felt that she was being unfaithful. This was her husband and yet she hadn’t once felt unfaithful when she had been sleeping with Vaughn. Even though he was probably having a merry old time with Olivia right now, her heart belonged to him lock, stock and barrel and she really had no idea how she was ever going to get it back.