The distance between us

17. Meadow Green

GREY
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I felt the guilt riddle within me.

That wasn't the real reason I left, but I couldn't bare saying it out loud.

"It's okay Grey, i was someone in need of help, you were there, then you left, that's it, that's all there is to it okay...you acted like you cared then you ignored me, you ignored when I had no body and you left"

I hated myself, because she was right. I knew all those things and yet I allowed myself to cause pain.

"If you need anything let me know, but you need to stay here until you recover" I tried my best to hide my sorrow behind my words.

"Your gonna keep me here? Do you know how long it takes for a bullet wound to fully heal Grey? I can't be here that long, I have family, friends, they're gonna know I'm missing for gods sake!" She spat out in anger. She had every right to.

"Look im not doing this to anger you, I'm doing this to protect you, whoever shot you knows who you are now, i need to keep you safe, at least until I find out who shot you okay, you can call your family, tell them your away with old friends, I don't care just make something up"

I spat while I rubbed my eyes in frustration still feeling beyond shocked she was here right now.

"what? No no im not doing that, I'm getting out of here I'm not staying in this fucking place with a god damn underworld company owner whatever it is on my case" She scrambled up off the sheets trying her best to lift herself from the bed.

"MAY. You are not leaving! YOU WILL DIE, They will kill you!"
I couldn't help myself.

I snapped.

I didn't mean to, all the anger had built up and all I wanted was bury my fists into a wall of timber and steel.

She instantly stopped...light tears brimmed the corners of her once fierce eyes. She was afraid. I hated that I made her feel that way. Yet I would've enjoyed it had it been painted on another face.

"Give me a phone, I need call them, make something up" She sat low in defeat while wiping away her tears in a descreste manner, although I could sense every move her body made.

I nodded my head before walking out the room.

I grabbed one of the many burner phones I had stashed away in the kitchen drawers. I had multiple security guards hovering around the building. It was almost never left unattended, considering it was one of the busiest buildings in the city.

Over the past 4 years security has increased on each level since the company has grown.
Most our goods consist of computer software and dirty money. Although our image to the public portrays a wealthy company of jewels and accessories.

The two top floors of the building were private to me, it was where I lived. Whereas the other 60 floors consisted of nothing but business.

I stopped in the kitchen trying to gather my thoughts, apart of me is still in shock. She was never meant to be here.

A loud grunt echoed through my ears, for a second I thought one of the my security had injured themselves, but another loud hollow followed from down the hall.
I ran as fast as I could...

My mind scrambled at the sight of an empty bed and dark room, where was she?

The light from the bathroom hung low, shadowing over her body. She leant over the vanity with her hands against the edge, her eyes squeezed shut diligently.
Why is she standing?