𝐕𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 |𝟏𝟖+|

Chapter forty-seven

Pollie Ashford's POV

"Is the wheelchair really necessary?"

"Yes honey, you were shot." Mom and Reed flew in yesterday, and were now helping me into the elevator leading up to the penthouse.

I forced Zero and Miguel to go home and rest since they hadn't left my side, and even though they genuinely didn't want to, I had a little helpful persuasion from mom.

When momma first got here, I realised that I hadn't got a clue what to tell her since I wasn't exactly conscious when whoever told her the news of my shooting.

It was Z apparently, who had called and informed her that I'd got caught in a random crossfire on my way to work one morning. And whilst I hate lies, I can't exactly tell her the truth now can I? She'd only worry tenfold to what she already is and I couldn't do that to her.

The elevator dinged and my heart seemed to stop.

Reed pushed me down the hallway leading to the front door before stopping so that I could punch in the keypad digits.

But I couldn't seem to move. My chest was tight and I felt the most fragile I'd ever felt.

"Darling?" Mom cooed, the worry in her tone so painstakingly evident.

Another thing that Zero told her. Rome had broken up with me.

But you can only break up with someone when you verbally say that out loud, so until I hear those words fall from his lips.....Then we are still together.

It's been two days since I woke up to find him crying at my bedside.

Two days since he couldn't even look at me.

Two days since he walked out of that hospital room and left me. Left us.

I fumbled the lock, pushing the door before mom scurried in front and held it open for Reed and I.

I was slowly rolled inside, eyes darting wildly to search for any signs of life but found none. Of course he wouldn't be home waiting for me. How silly of me.

"You ok hun?" I felt mom watching me take in all this empty space. Whenever I'd walk in here on any other regular day, it'd fill me with warmth and a sense of belonging.

But here, without him. It feels cold and empty in more ways than one.

"I think I might go have a nap. I'm pretty tired." As much as I appreciated my family coming out to see me, all I seemed to want was to be alone with my thoughts. Maybe then I could figure out a way to make him come home to me.

"Ok sweetheart." I was rolled to the end of the stairs where I tried getting to my feet. "Pollie, do not even attempt to get up there in your own."

Mom scolded me before I felt Reed putting my uninsured arm over his shoulder and cautiously helping me up the stairs.

"It was this room wasn't it?" Mom pointed to my bedroom once we were at the top. But I shook my head and tipped my head to another door.

"That one."

Reed helped me towards the other room as mom opened the door.