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Chapter 11 - Torture

"I love you"

He says waiting for any response. He slightly pushed his neck back trying to get a look of her, she only pulls him closer and snuggles into him. He smiles to himself realising that she has already fallen asleep.

He wakes up once in the middle of the night to check on Siya and she was sound asleep, he gently turns onto his back, Siya's arm still around him and eventually drifts back into deep sleep.

The next morning

Carlos' eyes flutter open because of the mild sunlight coming through the light curtains. He probably moved around in his sleep because he's back to sleeping on his side one arm propped in a way for Siya's head and the other around her.

But the only catch is that Siya isn't there in his embrace. The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was a piece of paper in his hand.

He turns to his back bringing the note up to his face. It was the same page that he saw was torn away from Siya's journal last night. It had the date of today and the previous day on either sides of the paper.

It was blank for the most part only with a single paragraph from her.

"I don't have an explanation to give, instead I'll let you write anything you would like to believe as a reason for why I left. Here's two days of my life dedicated to you, these are yours."

The note read on the top of the empty page.

Panic and pain crept onto Carlos' face 'Left?' he thought, it took him sometime to let it sink in, to let the current situation sink in.

It was just yesterday that he thought everything was perfect and all of a sudden 'Siya left?' he thought this time his thoughts moving into actions.

He jumps out of bed and looks around in the room, her stuff were gone.

He rushes downstairs and looks around, nothing. It was too early for Zoya to clock in, so she wasn't around. The only person that Carlos could find was Gerald.

"Sir!" He utters panting from all the hurried walking around the place.

Gerald was in his study with a cigar in his mouth, early in the morning, he turns his gaze from the window to Carlos, with the blank expression he always maintained.

"Siya..." Carlos breathes out "Did you see her?" He asks

Gerald doesn't respond he just turns his gaze back to the window.

"Sir please!" Carlos adds stern but there wasn't any response from him "what did you do?" He asks suspecting him.

"Nothing" Gerald's hoarse voice comes out " I did nothing, and that's my biggest regret." He says putting the cigar down and standing up from his seat.

"You're a good man Carlos" he says making his way towards him, reaching out for something inside his pocket, taking out an envelope and handing it to Carlos "Use this only in case you really need to" he says as if it was a warning.

"I wish I had done things differently before" Gerald sighs " I don't want to regret not saying this, you've been the best to Siya and the best for you is to not wonder about her." He says patting Carlos' shoulder and walking away, leaving him in pain, agony, confusion and anger, raging anger.

Carlos immediately left the building with his stuff. It was 2hr drive back to his place and it felt like torture. All the memories of Siya in that car during their trip, it was too fresh to not torment him.

And as much as he hated it hurting him, he also hated the fact that he wants to hate Siya so bad.

He reached home only to be invited by his excited family wanting to know everything about the trip, also congratulating him for his new contract from McLaren.