Lost for Him [possessive billionaire romance updated Saturday and Sunday]

ONE

You never think that it's going to happen to you. Not really, there's always a slight bit of that damning hope that makes you believe that maybe, just maybe this time it will be forever. That's what I had thought, and it was that crushed hope that now had fresh tear tracks running down my cheeks.

Driving probably wasn't the best idea I'd had. Even worse since it had only been a month since I'd past my test and I couldn't afford the fuel to drive. But I wanted, I had to get away. I couldn't stay near him – them. Wiping the new set of tears that wanted to fall away, my vision blurred so I had to blink as I remembered what I had walked in on thirty minutes ago.

Him, my now ex, with her, whoever she was, in my bed. In my bed that I had slept in since my late teenage years. It had been a birthday present, that bed. I'd loved it because it was comfortable, snuggly. Now it was ruined.

As I drove, I realised that I'd left the flat with nothing but my car keys, leaving my phone and purse behind. Not my smartest idea, but then, I hadn't exactly been thinking clearly. Betrayal had lit in my chest like a burning foe trying to burn me from the inside out as the pain had beat against my chest like a jackhammer. I couldn't believe that he would do this to me.

Three years. Three years down the drain because he couldn't keep it in his pants. I should have expected it. I shouldn't have rushed things, moving out with him at the age of seventeen, him at the age of nineteen. That, I now knew, was the worst decision I had ever made, I should have listened to the people around me, but no, I'd loved him. Just like I'd thought that he'd loved me.

Suddenly the car started jerking beneath me, complaining that it wasn't going fast enough for the gear I had it in, so I lowered the gear and pressed on the gas. But it still struggled, and I realised that I hadn't been going slow in the first place. Looking at the dials, I sighed as a wave of exhaustion filled me, I'd been running the car on fumes, and the petrol tank was now empty. I didn't have a phone, and I was in the middle of the countryside without knowing which direction I had headed in. Hopelessness filled me like an over filled cup of water, spilling over the edges until my cheeks were soaked and I was struggling to pull in my next breath. God, who would have thought that hope could crush you so much...

The urge to climb into the back seat and wallow in my sadness overwhelmed me, but instead, I found myself climbing out of my car where the cold autumn air whipped around me, making my entire body shiver with cold. The cold startled me awake, or awake enough to look around myself to see trees, trees and more trees.

Heat burst through me then, anger pulsing in my chest as a scream welled up. How dare he cheat on me! So in the middle of nowhere, with no one to see me, I screamed my anger, pain, and betrayal. Then I did something stupid that woke me up, I threw my keys. Threw them into the surrounding trees like an idiot.

Releasing an annoyed sigh, I headed towards where I had thrown my keys to find them. But as I got further in, keeping to a straight line and my silver car in sight, so that I would remember my way back, I felt a strange warm wind that felt more from a humid jungle than a small forest in England.

Pausing, I looked at the tall and proudly standing trees, then looked back to see that I had wondered in too far, and that I could no longer see my silver car against the green and brown trees and tarmacked road.

A sudden shiver racked through me then as the humid heat was pushed aside by a freezing gust of wind, the humid heat disappearing like it had been nothing more than a trick of the mind. Turning around, I headed back towards my car, only to start panicking when I kept walking... and didn't see my silver car against the green and brown trees and tarmacked road.