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This isn't your 'Normal Love story'. No, Not At All.
It's a story of two individuals, belonging to SO differen...
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Hello loves! ♥️😃 Happiest New Year 2020 to you all! 🍺🎊 May we all become better this year.
Here's your update. Hope you'll enjoy! ❤️❤️❤️
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NOVEMBER, 19 1988 (LA, California, USA)
| MAE |
With tears threatening to fall from my eyes, I finally walked out of Hayvenhurst. Nobody asked anything else. They simply didn't knew what to say. As I stepped out, I saw Bill standing near the car and Michael was already inside.
I swallowed hard as I reached the car. Bill immediately reached and opened the door for me but before I entered the car, he placed a hand on my shoulder and as I looked at him, he gave me a warm smile, telling me that everything would be fine. His look told me that Michael had already told him we need to go to my father.
I forced a small smile and entered the car. As Bill started the car, I hesitantly looked at Michael who was looking out of the window. I shifted close to him and very hesitantly placed my hand over his. He didn't reacted at all.
"Michael... I... I didn't know—"
"Quiet." That one word came out of his mouth with such harshness and coldness that it immediately made me recoil from him. "Just, don't."
I couldn't hold back the tears that escaped my eyes. My breathing became shaky and shallower as I bit my lip hard to contain my sobs.
No matter what has happened, he has never ever acted so cold and harsh towards me. Never.
The complete ride to the hospital was dead silent except for the time when Jedrek texted me, telling about my father's room number and the nurse allotted whom he has talked with and who would take us to my father without any troubles. I wanted to talk to Michael, I wanted to say something, anything at all but every time I looked at him, he seemed so far away that it broke me each time, like never before.
The car finally stopped and suddenly my heart tightened. Suddenly, I didn't know how to face him. Suddenly, I didn't know how to face the man who... who killed my mother, who left me all alone to suffer. My cold hands started to tremble as I lifted them to rub my heated face.
"I'm right here with you." I heard his voice, making me look at him. He again had his shades on but head was turned towards me. He clenched his jaw and placed his hand over mine. A tear escaped my eyes.
"Don't be afraid. I won't let him hurt you." He promised in a stern voice. He wasn't letting me touch his wounds but he wanted to be there for me, he wanted to heal me. I will never know what I did to deserve him. But one thing I knew, I'd forever be thankful for him.
