Hunted by the past.

I killed him.

Harold's POV:

When I saw that guy standing next Lady, holding her hand, the jealousy filled me. But as I got closer to them, I started recognizing his face; Lady had showed me a picture of her with that guy, he must be Nathan Waters, the guy that danced with Lady on Jordan's party in her birthday. She also had told me that he made a move on her but days later, he had found out she was older than him. I was filled with more jealousy, but the look on Lady's face has stopped me when I heard these three words "Calls" "I get them too" "Cody". I felt the blood rushing in my ears, I couldn't hear a thing again. All I though about was the words that Sophia had told me last night "Watching Lady having the time of her life with Cody, you have no idea how it fells to be lonely". But luckily, I got to stop him before he could say any thing.

And wait.. Did I call her 'Love' ? It was only because I felt jealous.

But I was so scared that she could know something, especially after what I had discovered earlier today. Cody wasn't dead, as Sophia and my mother had told me. So the chances of Lady's leaving me were three hundred per cent. I called the cemetery and they said that there's nobody named Cody Hamilton. I though about three possibility; it could be that he was buried somewhere else, or Lady had given me the wrong name, or he was alive, breathing and living, safe and sound. Sophia had always called him by his full name, which deleted the second possibility. I charged my assistant to call for all the cemeteries in England to look for the name Cody Hamilton, there is no one who is buried in England called by this name, so it deleted the first possibility.

Cody is alive, and he's trying to come back. Oh no! He can't. I ain't going to leave Lady now, I don't want to end up alone. Classing my plan, I bought two tickets to Ireland. I have to take Lady away from Sophia and every one from her past and keep her away. We're going next week. I wanted to go tomorrow but she and I have to pack and do stuffs. 

"Hello?" says Lady, sitting next me on one of the three leather couch in the living room and waving her hand in front of my face, she's now dressed in sleep short and a plain tee shirt, letting her hair gently touching her shoulders and forehead. "How the work was today?"

"Fine" I say, smiling and turning to face her. She smiles too and I turn my gaze from hers.

"Look" She touch my chin and forces me to look into her eyes "Don't think about Nathan, he's just a friend, and he's younger than me too"

"Like Cody" I say and I wanted to slap myself for splitting those words. Her eyebrows frown and she chews the inside of her cheek in frustration. She tries to leave but I catch her before she could go any further. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. And don't worry, I'm not thinking about Nathan. Now it's like 'Nathan who?' "And I throw my head in one side. She crosses her hands and breaks eye contact with me. She finally turns to face me saying "I'm tired, good night." And she heads upstairs.

The minute Lady disappears from my gaze, Sophia opens the front door carrying a box. She notices me on the couch and acts like she didn't see me, she places the box on the kitchen's marble counter. 

"Good evening" I say, not expecting from her to greet me. I move my body from the couch and head upstairs. When I reach the bedroom, Lady isn't there. I hear the shower working, she might be taking a shower. I change into my PJ and bury myself under the blankets, thinking of how to pop up the Ireland's thing.

Lady's POV:

I stay under the water for so long until the water becomes colder. I was thinking of what Harold says, I felt offended but I somehow understand him. He was jealous of Nathan, especially when he called me 'love'. He never had done something like this before. I wanted to slap him when he said that, but I tried to keep my guard. In the other hand, I kind of get something from meeting Nathan today. At least I'm not the only one who gets those calls, but what did he mean when he said that it was different with him? Anyway, I'll call him tomorrow, but first, I have to think of a way to tell Harold about going to Ireland with Sophia, she will go with me to see Cody's tomb. I don't think I can make it, seeing his tomb, because until now, I hadn't believe yet he died, I have this little childish though that if I went to England, I will find him waiting for me in the airport. Wake up, Lady! You're just dreaming.