Becca Hayek could feel her heart plunging more with each unsuccessful search for Hans.
She had spent nearly a ninth of her weekly paycheck on the Metro, stopping at each neighborhood to see the top of Hans' brown haired head, only to be let down each time. She had scoured the entire southern part of London searching for him until her heart pounded and she realized that he had probably gone back to Turkey.
And so Becca understood then that she only had one choice- she had to go back to Turkey and face the music.
That night, Becca canceled her membership at the apartment complex and left a voicemail at work finalizing her resignation. She packed her bags and took all of her money from the chest under her bed and said her final goodbyes to London.
It was only during the ride to the airport that Becca released her tears and Maj patted her back as she wailed her heart out. The driver uncomfortably coughed and continued driving until they reached the airport.
Becca took her last view of the British scenery before she got on the plane, her heart sinking until the plane landed in Istanbul.
When the taxi pulled up in front of the Hayek house, Becca could hardly recognize it. The garden was no more, and the the house looked like it had been demolished on one side. The old wooden table in the dining room was hanging from a hinge from where the front door had been, and Becca's heart sank as she examined what Hayek House had become.
She quickly grabbed Maj by the shoulder and got back on the taxi she had come in, giving the driver the address to her new destination:
Haider Mansion.
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Author's Note: How was the chapter? I wanted to cry at the sudden change in events, but this had to happen 😥😥😥. Just a happy song to cheer y'all up:
I love minions, so I had to put this in <3
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RomansaAt midnight, she stole his motorcycle and disappeared into the darkness. She was gone, but the texture of her jagged curly hair against his face was one that he would never forget- sharp ends and wavy smooth tendrils from that rebelling head of hers...