The Billionaire's Lost Lady

Chapter 7: I Love Her, Sir.

Selene

Somehow, I knew dad was out there. I knew he was listening to my message. I wanted to talk to him, I wanted to hear his voice telling me that I was his hero, that I was okay. I just wanted to get out, but mostly, I wanted these bastards out.

I was aware that I made a mistake when I delivered the message of the number of men I had calculated in the place. I wasn't even sure why I did what I did. I shouldn't have, but somewhere, I was dancing with joy that I had enough courage to do so.

When I dialled dad's office phone, to deliver the message, they said that they will transfer the message. I didn't know why I didn't call dad straight up. Then, I thought about if he was going to get in some trouble. So, I, straight up informed his office.

I was still hidden on the same spot and it was a scene like out of a movie, because where I was hidden, wasn't a very good place to take cover at. It was a blessing to have been at the same spot for the past twenty minutes and not  caught by the men. I thought they were scouring the place, but whatever happened to that.

I pulled out my phone and read Jace's texts again. They brought me sooth and power. I read those messages over five times in the passing minutes. Somehow, whenever I wanted to give up, those texts would bring me back to life.

It was all stored in the name of our love. It was there standing and waiting like traces of stealth for me. I wanted to texy or call him, but I was too scared now. I wanted to be a hero again, but a hero doesn't get killed or get others to face the same dreadful fate. I had to take it slow.

I am strong. I kept repeating the same mantra in my brain, remembering that my dad was out there. Putting that thought in my mind, brought me more courage. Enough, to push me to look back into the empty, chemistry hall. It was dark, cold and hollow.

I bit my lip as tears threatened to spill and break my heart.

I missed him. I missed Jace.

"I love you, Jace." I whispered. I was being so dramatic, but God, if one was so close to dying, they had to.

I never understood a person's philosophy as to choosing their last words in lethal situations to be those of love and care to the people they felt it for. I always found it to be too dramatic and illogical.

I mean, I would just go really classy, like John McClane.

I laughed at myself as instead of 'Yippie- kay yay, motherfucker!', the three most cheesy words I could muster up, pulled themselves out of my mouth.

"So, this is the reason." I smiled to myself as I whispered the words to me. I was realizing the reason people would come up with the bullshit of love, while they felt they were nearing their end. They would say those words, because they would realize that that moment, when they have no escape, was their last chance to love. Saying those words brought them peace, those words brought them harmony and strength. Confessing the love brought them the idea that in their end, they had everything. That they weren't unfinished.

I wasn't unfinished no more. I had everything in that moment when I realized how much I was in love with that boy named, Jace Anderson.

My hot ass boy. My Jace.

I snickered, but my smile died as I heard huffing and running.

And then...

Another shot rang in the air.

Jace

Brian came back to me, as I stood frozen to the solid ground beneath me. I was still taking his words in.