BILLIE-HALES & ZEALOUS

Chapter 8

CHAPTER EIGHT

Over the next few days, I felt completely lost. I was miserable. I think I'm seriously depressed. I've been feeling so lost that I've spent these past few days just locked away in my room. I've completely shut the world out even Zealie. Trust me, it's not like he hasn't tried to see me. No, he has it's just I'm not ready to see anyone. He faced my parents too, which I was pretty impressed with, but I wasn't ready to see anyone. The only one I wanted to see was Jax, along with needing my grand-pops back too.

So while I've been up here, hiding away, everyone's been down there, preparing. They've all been making the arrangements for his funeral. Well, it's tomorrow and if I'm completely honest with you, I really don't want it to come. I hated going to my granny Olivia's so this one oh god this one is going to be even tougher.
Today, I've decided to check my emails. Truthfully I've checked just about every day. I've checked every damn day just to see if he's sent me anything, but no, I've not received anything from him. Not even a stupid fucking emoji, and it hurts so-damn-much too. This pain in my chest Well, I've never in my life felt it before. Trust me, it is worse. It's so much worse than what Zealie did. I'm not sure if it's because I've lost my grand-pops too? But with everything that's happened since meeting Jax, my emotions have gone crazy.

*Email received today at 9 a.m.*
[Dear Miss Lawrence,
My name is Carson; Mr Carson Jefferson.
I've recently received a few of your photography shots, ones you'd taken from your recent visit to one of our games. I'm emailing you to tell you, I was really impressed with them.
They came with a great recommendation from a Mrs Andrews CEO of Angel illustrations, so I'd like to discuss an opportunity with you. I'd like for you to come and work for me, at my stadium. I'd like for you to be our stadium's official photographer.
Please call my secretary and arrange a meeting with me. The number is at the bottom of this email.
I look forward to meeting you.
Kind regards
Mr Carson Jefferson, CEO/manager of Newcastle stadium and rugby squad.]

Holy shit! Holy shit! No way, this can't be real can it? I'm reading over it again and I'm in so much shock, I reread it. I read it, another four times, and then I call out for my Mum.

"Come quick! QUICK. HURRY!"
Moments later, she's charging her way into my room with shock and panic all over her face, along with my dad's too. Oops. I end up wincing while shoulders at the same time telling them, I'm sorry after they asked if I'm okay.

"Y-yes, I-I'm fine, but look! I need you to read this. I need you to tell me if it's true... if it's for real?"

All three sets of eyes nip together, all looking slightly confused. Well, a little annoyed too, since I've probably scared the life out of them.

"What is it?" Angelus asked, walking towards me. Mum and Lucius followed suit. All three of them now sat down on my bed. They're looking over my shoulders while all seeming to read my email while I sit and read along with them. So once I'd finished I'd once again turned around in my swivel chair just to look at them. I'm looking at their, shocked faces. Well, Angel and mum looked shocked, but Lucius doesn't look convinced.

"Well, what do you think? Do you think it's real? Do you think it's legit?"
Mum chewed on her lip, looking nervous. But then she looked at Angelus, asking what he thinks.
"It looks legit, but I don't understand. Why? I mean, how did they get hold of your pictures?"
I shook my head, having no clue myself, but then my mum reminds me of where I was just a few days ago.

"Sweetheart, it could have been him."
Again, I'm shaking my head and telling her, he couldn't have.
"Mum, I've not even shown him the picture. Oh, wait! It might've been my tutor?"
My dad reminds me about the recommendation and how it came from a Mrs Andrews.
"Do you not know who that is?"
I tell Lucius I don't, but then my eyes eventually snap towards my bag. Oh god, the bag that Jax left in my room. It's still there. I've never moved it or touched it since left it.
I move to retrieve it, feeling my hands shake as I open my bag. After pulling out my folder, I open it. I'm double-checking they're still in there.