Hope

|Chapter 21|

6 whole hours.

360 minutes.

21,600 seconds.

My Valeria was under his control, and I wasn't able to anything. Drake seems normal kid, but he is loaded guy with lines in gangsters or even those local gangs seen around areas. 

She is doing good but still something worries me about her mental health.

Kacey, she helped me in track her and even risked her life for that. She will be totally fine, and I will make sure of it because Valeria wants that.

What she wants she gets.

Drake...his death is marked in my hands since that cafe meet.

-Ezra

I closed the diary and kept it inside my study drawer where it's safe and hidden from everyone including Valeria because one day she will get these papers filled with her name and she will crave on these papers as I make her love again and again. I walked back to bed and saw her in deep sleep, and I didn't even make a sound and let her be in her dream land than nightmares about Drake.

"Let it..."

She whispered those words and even kissed me first making my whole control slip and I might have even worst things to her there itself but stopped myself because if she is ready then only I will or else it's considered just as r**p. I want her to understand that there will zero men in world to hurt her when she is mine and even hug, praise her or even grave with her. 

I felt a hand wrap around mine and checked to see her holding it tight and whispering something, I pushed the hair covering her face and she stopped whispering and drifted to sleep again. Suddenly her phone started flashing and good thing it's on vibrate on else it would have woken her up.

Home.

I switched the phone off and joined her to bed when she moved forward and our lips inches apart hitting but she is in sleep and me all awake reading her face like a novel which is making me lighten up. She is my poetry, novel and stories and all I am going to create with her...only her.

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"Morning, feeling better Ria?" Connor asked as she walked down to kitchen rubbing her eyes and looking around. Fiona left early as Tommy ringed and made her come and look through few over-lapsed cases which we're reopening soon but G8 is given the top priority since Drake's movement makes me fear that he might Valeria again and his hand on these girls going missing within days. She took the coffee mug and sat down to the stole and yawned.

"Did you sleep last night?" She asked me while sipping the coffee and I did not because her face was too good to ignore, and I was reading her like a bookworm struck inside one book even they read it million times. "Please...stop worrying about me and take rest." She said which more felt like a plea than threat and I smiled at her because there is no no's to her and only her. Connor eyed me and I mouthed him 'Fuck off' making him turn his head to her and puppy eyes.

"He is using cuss words at me for no reason." Lord. 23-year-old baby and always complains about smallest reasons. Valeria's round eyes were fixed to mine and I just kept fixed to her and she shook her head and red tint covered her cheeks. Cute. I heard the doorbell ring and Connor walked to living room just to see Daya run inside and scream her name super loud.

"VALERIA JOHNSON GRACE!"
"Daya?"

Valeria's eyes were happy and dancing seeing Daya, and they were already hugging each other. "S-Sorry...I wasn't there to help you and he...sorry Val pal and please don't-" "I give a freak about those things and now." I chuckled hearing her use freak than fuck and Connor's smile widen seeing her happy again. 

Aura created by her is tough to remove and it lasts forever...even though we try to forget.

"We got say some girly things so come on." They ran up to our bedroom and I got up from couch and joined Connor so we can have a chat on few things she should never know about...for now. "Johnson and Grace, right? They're held tight." For the past 45 days they're under FBI and no way they can escape and even filed few abuses cases on them making them stay at where they went. Valeria will hate me first but later would understand I did these for her and forgive me.

They hit her with baseball bat.
Glass plates were thrown to her.
Made her starve for three whole days...not even water.
Almost some guys-tried touching her once when she was only 16.

They should rot in hell than prison but not yet. "Any news on Drake?" My fist held the mug tighter and edge of breaking it but she will notice my hands wrapped in gauze and question it. "Nothing...he wiped all shit out and someone is helping him." I banged my hand to the marble and Connor sighed. "No use...it was never your fault and think-" "Fuck."

My mind filled with thoughts which haunt me every night and that night came flashing on eyes making me burst out with no matter. "MOTHERFUCKER." I yelled as the mug flew from my hand to the wall and staining it with coffee and Connor left me alone and I rushed back to basement and closed the door or else that will trigger her.

Boxing bag.

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