𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝐴𝑟𝑒 𝑀𝑦 𝐻𝑜𝑚𝑒, 𝑀𝑦 𝐿𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝐼𝑛 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑅𝑜𝑜𝑚,
𝑀𝑦 𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑟 𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑡ℎ.
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Jade Augustine, a guy of his action, fighting but adhering all the demons he acquired in his life. A teenager...
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The Thought Of Losing You.
Chapter 42
I am fucking pissed right now. No scratch that, I am destructious. To the amount where I can kill anyone who comes in front of me. No scratch that too, I just want to kill that son of the bastard Ryan motherfucking parker. How dare he do all those things to her. How dare he! I am so going to show hell to that fucker.
Right now, I am taking Valarie up the stairs at a speed that I am up to my third floor in a matter of twenty seconds. She is still in my arms from where I carried her from the living room and she just looks, lost. She doesn't look the same as she is. I cannot even imagine what she had to go through and how difficult it would be for her to live in a condition like that. I wish I was there for her; I wish I could just hold her and tell her that I am here and I am going to get her out of that one filthy room away from all negativity that caught up to her. I wish I could take all the pain she is going through right now.
I just.... Wish.
I bring my hands out to open the door and let us in. The click of the lock brought Valarie back from her daydream and she quickly moved out of my grasp. She looked around to find herself in a room and took a calming breath for a few seconds and then her eyes move to look at me finally. She passed me a small smile.
"I am going to freshen up, can you please bring my clothes from my room till then please?" She asks quietly. Her hands move frantically with each other so I knew she is nervous. She looks so unsure of herself right now, I don't know what to do to help her. After a second she speaks again.
"Or no. I better go back to my room. How stupid of me to still think that I can be here." She mutters the last sentence making my head snap to look up at her. Is it what she thinks it is?
"What?" I ask her slowly moving towards her. She looks around the room, avoiding my gaze at all cost. Her breathing picks up with her hands tearing the skin of the finger, making it slightly bleed. I quickly bring my hands ahead to cup hers, making her stop the movements and look at me blankly.
Without opening my mouth, I bring her to sit on the bed and I sit beside her, her hands still in mine.
"What are you thinking about Val?" I ask her softly and she just shakes her head while looking down at her lap.
"Talk to me please." The desperation in my voice made her look at me while small tears start to form in her eyes. She shakes her head again.
"Remember Val, once we were watching a movie and you got so frustrated at the main actors because they weren't telling each other what was going in their mind and were just creating more problems?" I ask her clearly remembering that night and that moment and looking at Valarie I can tell she remembers it too. She nods her head uncertainly.
"What did you say then while looking at the television giving it a pep talk?" This made her smile a bit and takes her time to think about what she said. After a few seconds, she raises her head and keeps it on my shoulder.
