Romira

Chapter - 66

For the two of us, home isn't a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.
~ Stephanie Perkins.
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Akira

Full name- Akira Mary Ray

Sex- Female

Age- 18

Height- 5'3 feet

Birthday- 6 November

Father name- Edmund Ray (Died in car accident, 2009)

Mother name- Mary Ray (Died in car accident, 2009)

Brother- Jake Ray (Died in car accident, 2009)

Other relatives- Elizabeth Ray

Home- Kent, Connecticut.

School- Kent Jr high school.

GPA- 4.0

Family- Lives with her Grandmother Elizabeth Ray.

Close friends- Logan Hastings, Bella Jade.

Study status- First year in Yale under full time scholarship.

Job- Works in a library.

Current Relationship- None

Previous relationship- None

Holy shit!

Not believing my eyes I flip frantically through the pages. Oh god, no! Photographs, many photographs turn up in next page stilling my blood cold. I stop breathing.

Fuck!

They all are of me doing something. Me, walking on road; in shine with Alex; Alex holding my hand at my first party; me, laughing with Alex; me, coming out of library; me, crying at the foyer of that party; me, with Sydney and Grace outside his club.

This is not happening!

Everything, every fucking thing suddenly starts making sense. How he knew about me leaving that party with Alex, how he knew about Shine and my library, and how he was there to pick me up. I know for certain I never told him any address. And I was so stupid that I couldn't even take hints. Oh God, how didn't I realize that before?

Sliding door of balcony opens and he enters inside with a smile that disappears as soon he sees what is in my hand. Was he there all along? Did he deliberately put this file here for me? Had he wanted me to see this?

The look of his face tells he didn't. His eyes are wide, uncertain and panicked as he try to read my reaction.

He takes a step forward toward me, "Ray-"

"Don't." I warn backing away.

His eyes show pain at my refusal but I ignore it. He doesn't get act like I hurt him when I'm burning from his betrayal. Once again I'm betrayed by someone I love, and this time the ache is unbearable.

"You have me investigated." This is not a question but a statement and my voice is surprisingly calm contrary to turmoil I am in.

He doesn't blink and regards me cautiously as if he is afraid I'm going to do something crazy and for once he is not wrong about being wary. I'm not sure what to do at the moment or where my mind is going.