Addiction

69 || Craving danger

Hot baths really are one of the best things humanity ever created.

I am relaxing in my bathtub for the last hour recalling today's events.

My family went crazy when Liam, who immediately got the news from our security that we were being chased, told them the news. When we got back at my place, everyone was there. From Liam and Mr. Charles, to my family and Olivia, Dylan and Lucas.

They had been through hell not knowing if we were fine or not, injured or not, alive or not. Thank God we are alive, so does our security. Two of them are heavily injured, though, and there is a possibility that they won't make it which makes me unable to stop thinking about it. Liam already arranged that they get the best medical treatment in the city, but still, it's not in our hands.

It's been such a crazy day. They reality hasn't really sunk in if I want to be honest with myself. I witnessed and did crazy things. I regret nothing. But I feel guilty about one. Involving Gracie to that madness even if it wasn't intended. She is traumatised and I can't forgive myself.

She keeps denying it, saying she is fine but the fear and the shock is still noticeable when you take a look at her. Miller blames himself for that too.

Grace shouldn't have seen any of those horrifying things.

It's one of the two things that haunt me. The other one is the state Lucas was when he first saw us. Never in a million years I would've ever imagined that the day that I would see Lucas crying would come.

I can't get the image of him with watered eyes running towards Gracie and attacking her with a bone crashing hug when we came home and telling her how scared he was that he lost her and how much he loves her. He was a wreck.

Chase is a wreck too. I have never seen him more devastated. I can't stand the idea of him torturing and blaming himself for everything. I know for a fact that he feels terrible.

Since I am not allowed to leave the house anymore, my father's orders, and the Millers and everyone else agreed, I am here alone now and Chase left with Liam and Mr. Charles for God knows where. They didn't tell me. I hate being in the dark, but since I almost got killed today, I will shut up and accept that it's time to listen to them for once.

So, home it is. I also insisted on Grace and Lucas staying here too. I want her to feel safe and our house is a fortress. My father immediately made some calls and doubled the security. They accepted my offer, not that I really gave them a choice, and then I told Dylan and Olivia that they should stay here too. I am worried about everybody's safety at this point. And we can also keep each other company, I love living with them. My place is huge after all.

"Aud?" I hear Gracie's voice from the other side of my door.

"Come in." I say loud enough and the next moment, her and Ol enter my bathroom.

"What about going downstairs and bake something to keep our minds off things and relax?" Olivia suggests "It was Dylan's and your mother's idea."

"I think it's a perfect idea." Grace adds.

"Yeah sure. And then we can watch a movie or something."

"Great. Come downstairs when you are ready."

"Are the boys back?"

"L and Dylan? Yes, they brought all our stuff." Grace answers first "But Chase isn't here yet." Olivia adds.

"I know." I mutter "He texted me like five minutes ago that he was just leaving from the club with his grandfather." I roll my eyes. Was it really necessary to leave? I will get sick from how worried I am. I also forced him to promise me that he would be texting me every ten minutes and updating about their well being.