Forever (Book 2) Dark Romance | Henry Cavill

Chapter 53

Chapter song: "World So Cold" by 12 Stones

What kind of world do we live? Where love is divided by hate. Losing control of our feeling. We're dreaming this life away.

"Where did you go?" Nancy asked. She barged through the front door. "Everyone's looking for you. Why did you leave the hospital without telling anyone?"

"I'm fine, Nancy," I said, giving her a hug. "I just wanted to some alone time. Some fresh air."

"Do you have any idea how worried I was?"

I managed a weak smile. "I'm sorry, but you don't have to be anymore. I'm old enough to take care of myself. I'm going to get some rest for a while now, okay?"

"Alright, dear," Nancy replied, running her hand along her forehead. "But you won't do that anymore. With the condition that you're in, I won't allow it. Your father wouldn't allow it."

"I know..."

I walked into my bedroom and closed the door. I exhaled deeply as I stood against the door, staring blankly at the ceiling.

What was going to happen now? Where could I go? Papa...tell me what to do.

My eyes scanned the room and stopped at the closet. I walked over and grabbed my suitcase on one side, then placed it on the bed. With only half of my sanity left, I threw all the clothes I could and stuffed them into the case.

I opened the drawer of my nightstand in search of the scrapbook. I reached out for it, but my hand stopped abruptly. They were such beautiful memories. Beautiful but now painful memories that lived in those pages.

Finally convincing myself to, I took a deep breath of courage and took it out. As I sat on the bed, I studied the light cover of the scrapbook.

Almost instantly, my eyes welled, and I began losing control all over again.  My hands trembled as they lightly traced over the square that held the first ultrasound picture of Baby Kale.

I hugged the book close into my chest, my knuckles turning white from how tight I was holding it. This pain I was feeling. This pain of loss. It was the worst kind of pain I have ever felt in my twenty-four years of life.

This was going to be the last time. I'm not going to cry anymore. I'm not going to give up and let my emotions take over. I'm not going to be the weak Ally I always was.

This was the last time.

After I finished packing, a knock came at my door followed by Nancy walking into the room.

"Henry's here," Nancy said.

"What is he doing here?" I asked her, even though I clearly knew Nancy would reveal my whereabouts.

"I'm sorry, Ally. I couldn't lie to him. Even after all the things he did, I couldn't do it. I know you lo-"

"It's okay. Where is he?"

She looked guilty, but her expression changed as she noticed the packed suitcase on the bed. "Where are you going, Ally?" Nancy asked. Her eyes darted from the suitcase then to me.

"I can't stay here forever, Nancy," I told her. "I just came back to gather my things."

"Where will you go?"