I'm Yours (Sequel to "You're mine")

Chapter 153: What to do? What to do?

Leah's POV

It had been a week since my visit to wattpad. I had let those messages run around in my mind for days on end, wondering what to do with them.

On one hand, I felt like I should at least say something. People took their time to reach out to me...
But on the other hand, I realized it's just me. Who would care about me? It's just me. Right?

So to help me with this, I went to the only place possible.

The door opened. "Hi Leah," Eva smiled big. "Come on in."

I smiled before entering the house. I took off my shoes before looking around. "Is Heather here?"

"No," She showed us to the living room, to the couches. "She went to the playground with Hannah."

I nodded.

I felt Heather's stare on me. I could tell she was analyzing me.

I looked at her. "I need your advice."

She nodded.

I looked down. Where do I even start? I thought long and hard about my question, about my problem. It was so typically me to try to make a situation clear and, in doing so, make it more difficult than it had to be.

"I'm sure we can help."

I looked up. "We?"

Eva motioned behind me.

I turned around and saw Heather stand there. I sighed and turned back around. Great...

"What is it, psycho?"

I sighed deeply. "I'm stuck."

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T's POV

I smiled as I saw the boys play with their toys. I was happy my sons weren't glued to a screen yet. I knew the time would come but I'm enjoying this right now.

They were so good together. It's almost freaky how good they click, like real brothers. It's as if they were meant to be together somehow.

I adverted my eyes to my laptop. Now that Leah was out, I used this opportunity to check something out.

I went to wattpad. Leah and I haven't talked about writing in years, still I knew my wife. She was born for this, or so I believe.

I easily logged in and checked her account. It seemed she hadn't done anything.

Immediately I saw the messages sent to her by people who care about her.
I smiled, initially, before I read what they said. Knowing Leah, she will have a hard time with these messages...

"What's that?"

I jumped a bit before looking at my right. "Hi Jin."

He kept looking at my computer. "What is that?"

I closed my laptop and looked at him. "Just something from the past."

He looked at me. He tilted his head before looking at my computer again. I could tell he didn't believe me.

"Mama and I used to write stories." I said, I knew he was too smart to lie to.

He looked back at me, his eyes big. He seemed interested.

I smiled at him before looking at Emil. "You left your brother to play alone?"

He looked at me for a while before looking at Emil. Without saying another word, he walked back to Emil.

I sighed before taking my computer again, relieved he let this topic be.

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Leah's POV

I loved driving to work. It was my time with Jin, our private talk time. Jin loved our time together as well, I knew that much.

Usually, we'd talk about his day ahead, sometimes my day too. He'd voice his concerns or things that he wondered about. It was like a therapeutic car ride.

But today... He said nothing. Absolutely nothing. He wasn't even looking at me. He was merely looking outside.

I had told myself he didn't have anything to say, nothing to talk about... But then I frowned: Jin always had something to say!

Despite all that, I stayed quiet. I figured he probably didn't feel like talking today. And that was ok. I think...

We arrived at his school. I parked the car before getting out.

Jin also got out. He took his backpack before looking at his school. "Bye mama." He said and walked off.

"Jin," I said, making him stop. "Jinnie," I said softly. "Cat got your tongue?" I smiled at him.

He tilted his head to the side. "We don't have a cat, mama."

I sighed. Right... "You were quiet. In the car."

He kept looking at me. For some odd reason, he seemed to put some distance between us.

"Is everything ok, Jinnie?"

He looked back at his school. He didn't reply.

I crouched. "If there's anything, anything at all," I tried getting his attention, but failed. "I'm here for you."

He didn't look at me, he kept looking at school. And I wondered if there was a problem at school.

I gulped. I wanted to help him with whatever was bothering him but, at the same time, I didn't want to push him. "Ok, Jinnie?"

He kept looking at his school, not once at me. He simply nodded before going to his school.

I looked at him, walking into his school. I had a bad feeling. A sad feeling. Guilt. Maybe, anger? I didn't know. And that was the problem: I didn't know what was going on.

I sighed deeply and got into my car. I should start it and go to work. I should use the fact I'm early to get some work done. But... I had a bad feeling.

I stayed there for a few more minutes. Just to be sure.

Then an hour. I was early anyway.

Then an hour and a half. I could still make it.

Then two hours. I was late anyway.

My phone rang. I looked at the clock, I had been here for almost three hours... I answered the phone. Turned out that bad feeling I was having... I was right.

I got out of my car. I hurried to Jin's school, to his classroom. Once there... Hell.