My Unwanted Admirer **COMPLETE**

Chapter Twenty Nine

"Clear" is all I heard before we entered a new building after sitting in a black SUV for about half an hour. Logan had been sitting next to me this whole time and subconsciously I had grabbed his hand to reassure him. I traced a small pattern on his hand with my thumb. I remembered things like that had always comforted him when ever he had any worries. After what seemed like hours had passed but only mere moments Logan spoke. "Thank you!"
"Anytime" I replied.
Logan began laughing, confused by his actions I asked "what's so funny?" His whole mood and demeanour had changed. "It's just funny, I'm the big FBI agent and I didn't see it coming. You did and you're not even trained for that stuff." His words had really effected me. He knew that I would put my life on the line for his. He had so much to live for. He was doing good in this world. Where as me? Well let's just say after everything that had happened in my past. I would be okay with dying.

"I'd do it all over again in a heart beat if I had to. I just seen a red dot on the back of you and instantly it just clicked that it was a laser. It doesn't take a genius to figure that out" I spoke confidently. Logan turned his face towards me. "But I'm trained for this type of stuff and I didn't see it coming." His voice cracked "Lilly, what if it was pointed at you and I hadn't seen it in time to save you." His voice now even more emotional than before. "I wouldn't be able to live with myself if it had of been you." His voice began to trail off. Unspoken words speak the loudest. There was so much we wanted to say, but somehow it was like we were having that conversation without even speaking.

After stepping out of the black SUV we headed in a different direction. I was confused. Apparently we weren't going to be entering the building the agents had checked out and it was a decoy. Logan grabbed my hand as we were walking along a narrow street. The stream of butterflies that clouded my stomach was almost too much to bare. I felt like I could float away at anytime only Logan had a hold on me keeping me down. Oh how I longed to have his lips on mine again. It had only been a few hours since the kiss but it had felt like an eternity to me. I wondered if he felt the same. I was blissfully walking proudly along beside Logan, when I got a phone call from home.
"Hello?" I spoke cautiously
"Is this Miss Lillian Grey?" The voice on the other end spoke.
"This is she" I replied.
"I'm so sorry miss, but it's my duty to inform you of your mothers passing."
There it was the whole reason my phone had rang. The pong of guilt that hit me in that moment. How I had left my mother to fend for herself while I moved away to London to start fresh. I hadn't been thinking about anyone else but myself. I was selfish. I couldn't even think straight as the horrible news set in. I couldn't continue. Logan had noticed and stopped in his tracks. His worried expression looking deeply at me. He knew in that instant that things were getting much worse.
I couldn't continue talking to the officer on the other end of the phone and Logan sensed that and immediately took the phone from my hands. I couldn't even listen to what he was saying. It's like I had completely shut down. Despite everything that happened she's my mam. She's the one who I love unconditionally and the same for her. It wasn't her fault she had the disease. Surely it couldn't be true. She couldn't be gone. She couldn't leave me. I don't even know how she died. Logan looked up at me with worry, I had no idea what was going on but his face had said it all. It was true she was dead. Just then I could feel my heart shatter while fully been ripped out of my chest.

Logan walked over towards me as soon as he got off the phone to the police officer. He didn't speak a word instead, he pulled me into a deep hug and the two of us just sank to the floor. Not letting me go Logan pulled me into his lap in the middle of the street. I didn't care what we looked like and honestly, I don't think he did either. He was just . . . There for me I guess. I was so grateful I wasn't alone when I got the horrible news. I had needed support. Mentally, Emotionally and physically. He seemed to understand because after a few minutes of sitting on Logan's lap he began getting up but not letting go of me and started carrying me to our destination. I buried my head in the croak of his neck as the tears stained my now pink and puffy cheeks. I'm sure I looked a wreck but i didn't care. I didn't see the point anymore. What's the point of going on living in this hell that is called life? Everything I have is took away from me and everything that is called my life is all wrong. Nobody deserves this. Nobody deserves to feel this much pain and suffering. No one. Except for me.