Hunted by the past.

Not dead.

 First of all, I'm so so sorry because I 1. stopped the story and 2. I disappeared but I had a lot of things to do. It's my freshman year in college and  my days are so busy I don't even have time to do my homework. i know that the story has hit the +600 readers and I'm so thankful for you all and I know that a lot of you don't vote for the story and it's okay because the important thing is that people actually read my story. I promise to be more active and I will post the next chapter on Friday.

kisses, Sam xx

Lady's POV:

After my breakdown in front of everyone in the bathroom, Harold had taken two days-off to make sure that I'm fine, which I kept telling him the past two days, but he insisted to be with me. I was okay, like I've been these years. Okay is the key word, I wasn't fine, I was empty and I wasn't ready yet to face that Cody had died because of me. Like I said before, I still am convinced that Cody will be waiting for me in England. We aren't going to Bradford, Cody's home town, but it is scheduled in our journey. Sophia has to go to have a talk with her mom, some kind of late farewell because she's going to stay in USA forever. I don't know if she had talked to Harry and his wife but I hope she's doing the right thing. 

I shouldn't break down in front of Harold that day, but I loved the way Harold took care of me the last days. He was always there for me and he even slept holding me and you know what? It was a wonderful feeling. Holding him wasn't like holding Cody; I felt in his arms security and peace, he was like home for me. I look to the window next to me and I see the city moving around me. I had woken up today earlier and I thank God that Sophia took care of everything because I wasn't in the mood to pack our things or even dress up for the trip. So you can imagine all the things that Sophia had put on me; she had chosen my outfit, my make up and she made me a little version of her. Whatever she has done to me, I no longer look tired and the bags under my eyes has somehow disappear. 

"Ready for the trip?" Sophie asks me. I just nod as I turn to face her and go back to look through the window of the cab. Harold couldn't drop us in the airport; he has a work trip too to...He didn't tell me where. Anyway, he said goodbye us we made our ways to the cab holding our bags. My phone starts buzzing and it's a text from an unknown number. I fight the argue to read it and put back my phone in my bag. While my phone slips in my purse I find a picture of Cody I've always kept with me. he looked so weak in the picture, but so young and pale, he hated when I took pictures of him, he always kept repeating the same thing.

"I look sick, and I don't want you to remember me as a sick dying boyfriend you had when you were 17." 

"But please, one last one, I promise" I begged him but he kept hiding behind his back-bag. That day, I decided to take him to a date, it was so unusual coming from me, but I did it to make him feel that he was my boyfriend and we were so normal. It was the following day when I found out he was sick. He promised to bring the maps and we were going to the woods behind the school. But as always, he forgot to bring them.

"It was your only responsibility, how can you forget?"  said as I made the third round around the woods, lost without knowing how to get back to our houses.

"I just had forgot it" he says, frustrated. I kept turning around for the whole day. "Okay that's it!" I said as I hit the breaks suddenly which made Cody jump from the passenger seat. I get out of the car and turn to his side and dragged him from it. we decided to take a break and sit there and finished what we left from sandwiches and drinks. 

"You know? It's the best date we ever had" I said but he still looked so sad. I let go of my drink and made him look straight into my eyes. "Tell me what's wrong?" He kisses my palm and held my hand touching his cheek.