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His head hit my shoulder, as his fluttered closed. What was I gonna do? I didn't want to give him in, but he was responsible for half of this at least. Sirens could be heard in the background, my mind flaring with conclusions.
I put him down, resting his head against the back of the door to the bathroom. I couldn't shadow him from his actions and the truth, so I left him there. I walked downstairs to see my dad waking up, I rushed towards him, kneeling In front of him as I helped him up.
"Honey are you alright, where has he gone?"
He stood up quickly, before he could move, police and paramedics hurried through, some stopping to check the pulse of the man at the front of the door who had created a puddle of blood, creating a red mark on the concrete stone.
They took my dad into the living room treating his wounds as others questioned what had happened...
"Do you know where he is now?" The man asked.
"Yeh he's unconscious upstairs in the bathroom" I managed to say.
A group of police officers made their way upstairs carefully stepping over the pieces of glass. I took a breath returning with my father to check he was okay, guilt hugging my body as I looked at him.
Footsteps came charging down the steps, charging into the living room,
"He's gone, he's not there anymore" the woman spoke.
My eyes widened with shock, as the rest of the police officers came down from upstairs without Jackson. Some tears managed to escape my eyes falling down my cheek, washing away the Jackson's touch.
"Wha-, what do you mean? He was there when I came downstairs..." I whispered.
"It's alright ma'am he won't be hard to find, he won't be bothering you again we'll make sure of it" the police officer reassured.
They all began to leave, my dad being told to go with the paramedics to the hospital.
"Are you sure you'll be alright on your own sweetheart?" He said.
"Yes dad I promise, I need to go see if everyone is safe at the hotel"
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"Cynthia!" I yelled relieved.
"Lina, thank god your here, the Keefe family want to thank you, honestly I want to thank you" she replied hugging me.
"You want to thank me? Cynthia thank you, honestly well done your defineltly receiving a promotion I'll tell you that" I sighed
She laughed in reply as the Keefe family made their way over to the both of us.
"Cynthia, lalina, we wanted to thank you, without you both I wouldn't know what would have happened and I wouldn't like to know" he laughed.
I smiled as Cynthia thanked him in response.
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4 months later...
It had been 4 months since the accident, and Jackson still was on my mind, however everything was better. Me and dad are a lot closer than we previously were, the same goes for me and Cynthia, the hotel is doing great and the men who targeted Keefe and his family had been arrested including Jackson.
He was found in a fast food taco place, ironic, it was all over the news however he must've had a good lawyer as he only got 15 years...
The sun was shining and everyones mood seemed to lighten in the hotel due to the warm weather but no not me. I hate summer, I mean how can anyone love the sweat dripping of every inch of them and the mosquitos who had the whole city to travel but decided to fly around in the lobby. I wore a black tight skirt and a ralph Lauren shirt matched with black heels that made my feet swell. My red glass necklace lay upon my chest moving at the pace of my breathing and my hair was in a french twist, letting my neck breathe at the scorching temperature.
Cynthia had called in sick so I was filling in for her although it was fairly quiet a couple of customers passed through waving or saying a hello. I leant on the desk my rings slightly tapping the wooden table, my mind had began to wonder as the smell of the sweat pea flowers on my desk ran through my senses, I had been recieving the flowers just after a few weeks before Jackson had disappeared, was it Jackson? I mean my brain would wish it not to be but my heart wouldn't be ignorant to the idea. As I continued to daydream the sound of the bell ringing caught my attention.
A man stood with a cap covering his features due to his head tilting slightly towards the ground, he had a black t-shirt on that showed some of his figure, and navy trousers that were paired with some black pointy shoes. His face was barely visible due to his cap and sunglasses, however when I caught his attention I could see straight through the dark shades...
"Jackson..."
"Miss Me sweetie?"
