Locatlie: The Lie. (Book 5)

Chapter 18

Trevor P.O.V

Life was meaningless without her. Every day when I woke up, I would reach out my arm hoping that it had all been a horrid dream. Every day I would be disappointed by reality. Every day started with a gut-wrenching pain through my body. I couldn't see her smile, I could hear her laugh, I would never see those darned grey eyes of hers. I couldn't tell her how much I loved her. I couldn't make her laugh with my stupid over sexual or inappropriate comments. I couldn't let her feel like she was the most important person in the world. She wouldn't know that she was my reason for breathing, she didn't know that my whole world was spinning because of her today. She could only make assumptions, but she wouldn't know. My only purpose in life right now, was to make sure she would come back to me in one piece. Get revenge on the United League for taking her away from me.

The only form of communication with her, which was immensely risky, but totally innocent, was through her Spotify. I had access to her Spotify, hacking it, and I could put songs in a playlist for her to listen to. For the past weeks we had communicated that way. The day that she played 'push it' on repeat, I knew that she was giving birth to our daughter. That day I had accidentally killed a person in Gotar, but then again that man had been here for about forty years, so it wasn't that bad. I couldn't handle not being able to be around her, to comfort her, to hold her, to tell her how much she loved me. Later that day, she was playing Hey Jude over and over again, and I knew that she had named our daughter Jude.

I told my brothers about the communication and they both got immensely upset. Not because I had contact with her, but because they weren't there for her when she needed us.

We got a call from Robert stating that she wasn't ready to give her daughter to him and the American fuck Bradley yet. That she wanted some more time and we were ok with that. We didn't get a picture, and I had no idea what she looked like, whom she looked like. But I didn't mind. This was Julia's choice; it was the only way she had any form of power. It was fine.

William in the past couple of weeks had let the 'family trait' inside of him lose, he couldn't deal with these emotions anymore, he didn't have his stability around him to calm him, he could take baths with her or watch the bachelorette or something like that. I had my suspicions about him haven seen other women, but I thought it was better to not know; because the moment that I'd know, I could never not know. I wanted to keep that separate.

A month before our Jude was born, Hugo got a call from Heather stating she was in labour. He went to be with her and hours later their son James was born. Even though I was happy for Hugo; he got to hold a son that he had created with his side bitch, it annoyed me that he was happy.

Of course, he was miserable, he missed Julia just like we did; we all didn't breathe properly, we all couldn't cope without her. But he had Heather, I had overheard a conversation between Simon and him about her. He said that he was falling for Heather and that he wouldn't and couldn't stay away. That he only had a year and when our wife would be back, that he would tell Julia. He knew that it wasn't smart, and against the rules, but he couldn't stay away. Apparently, Heather calmed his nerves, didn't mind hearing about him talking about how much he missed Julia and understood him.

I wished I had a person like that in my life right now. But nobody could understand me the way that Julia did. Nobody could replace her, and I didn't want a replacement either.

"TREVOR." William screamed as he ran into my bedroom, waking me up from my daily thoughts about how much I missed our wife.

"What?" I said annoyed as I threw my pillow to him. "For fucks sake bro. Heard of knocking."

"Lotus just brought out a video. Movie theater." William stated as if he was a little school boy hearing that his crush had asked about him. Idiot. I sighed dramatically as I sat up. It was currently July, it had been weeks, no months, that I had seen my Julia. It had been 5 months exactly, and I hated it. The only thing that William had allowed to do towards the United League was higher tariffs. They were making plans that they were going to put into place at the ten-month mark, when the talks would start. It was fucking stupid in my opinion. If it were up to me, I would've started attacks. But maybe that was the reason why I wasn't the leader king nor the king of international relations.