That which we believed

Part 65

Anna's point of view.

When I made sure that there was enough time, and I was absolutely sure that he had left the building, I allowed the grief to go away from me. I buried my head in my pillow and cried. Tears constantly ran on my face. I didn't want to keep my life that way, but I didn't have the strength to realize the change I've been considering for days. An hour later I felt helpless and insensitive. The cries and tears left me, only the void, the damned emptiness that killed me a thousand times. I got something to eat. I stood up to the small window and considered all sorts of things that had absolutely no connection with what happened yesterday. The harmony I was barely able to achieve was interrupted by the call of my phone. The number was a stranger. I picked up.

-Are you miss Bkinks:-I heard a troubled male voice.

-Yes:-I replied

-I want to tell you that your father is admitted to hospital, his condition is severe..

-What:-I cried, interrupted him.

-he wants to see you:-Tell me the man.

-Tomorrow, I'il be there tomorrow: I was saying, I could barely find the exact words to tell him.

-Madam, his condition is heavy, can't you come earlier:-You asked me.

I didn't have time to explain. I hung up the phone. My whole body shaking. In the panic, I rang Harry.

-Where are you:-I asked him. Crying.

-You're okay:-you sounded worried.

-I repeated, screaming.

-I'm traveling to the airport, replied.

-Harry, please come pick me up:-I begged him

I sounded desperate.

-but....

-Please:-I asked him again.

I hung up my phone and packed my bags. I went down in front of the building. I had the nebris to wait for him there.

I waited about 15 minutes somewhere. I calmed down when I saw Harry's car looming in the distance. I was making unrecognizable signs with my hands, trying to prompted him to hurry. Before the car stops completely, I put my suitcases in the back, and I I borrowed the place next to it. Kept to shaking. I constantly remembered my father's expression, the smile, the beautiful trembling in his voice, tears ran on my cheeks at the thought.

-What is it:-he was scared.

He deflaled his eyes from the road, focusing his attention on me. Put your hand on my leg.

-You're okay:-I kept asking one after one.

-You left me:-I screamed, receding my knee.

He sniffling a little, then he went on driving.

-When is the flight:-I asked, not interested in the consequences.

-In a few minutes;-replied, increasing the speed with which we were moving.

My blood is iced. If we miss the plane, I won't be able to see dad. I was about to collapse, I lost hope for life......

-Hurry up:-quite unforeseen, I started screaming.

I noticed how his body was twitching, but still he kept increasing speed, apparently he knew I didn't want to talk to anyone.

Actually, why I called him, the guy who stabbed me in the back, the one I knew I could count on at least. I took a deep breath and tried to keep my composure. The sweat was killing out of my body. I felt so scared. The darkest thoughts passed through my mind and tried to fight back the hope that had remained, wanted to banish the faith and quench the last ray of light, which I had managed to preserve deep within. I hoped my problems would be again, like the ones I had been fighting for days. It was now a matter of life and death. My legs are moved .