>> Red eyed fire <<

Chapter 30

Your POV

I'm sitting in my bedroom and Amy is asleep in bed, I don't understand. I don't understand why Albert gave Amy to Chris, I mean Chris is a good man and all but Albert doesn't like Chris. Something must be up, when Chris arrived at my doorstep with Amy, I knew something is wrong. What is Albert planning? And why is he doing this? It doesn't make sense. Usually I can't read him like a book or even predict his moves but this is new new and out of his nature, Albert doesn't pull stunts like this. Hell, he doesn't let Amy go more than 10 inches away from him. Something must be wrong and I need to find out, what if Albert hurts himself? What if he is in danger? I need to go but I can't leave Amy behind. I'll call Chris and ask him to check on Albert.

I stood up and reached for my phone but as I reached out, I got a sharp pain in my stomach and I flinched, doubling over while holding my stomach. I whimpered a bit but the pain got worst and it felt like I was being stabbed in my stomach over and over again. I fell onto my knees and let out a sharp exhale. After some time the pain left and I could move freely again, this is third time I get this pain during this week and each time it gets worse and worst and no doctor can explain what happening to me, even the doctors doesn't know.

I picked up my phone and called Chris.

"Yes, Y/N?" He asked.

"One last thing, could you check on Albert?" I asked.

"May I ask why?" Chris asked.

"I have a bad feeling. Please, check on him. I'm probably the last person he'd expect to see him" I respond.

"But-"

"Chris please. You know about my condition and we dunno know how much time I have left, just check on him" I respond and I heard him sigh.

"Fine, I'll call you if anything is fucked up" He says.

"Thanks Chris" I end the call and layed down on the bed, next to Amy

I moved some hair out her face and covered her with a blanket as I let out a sigh, thinking about Albert, maybe I was too harsh with him and I didn't give him a chance to explain. He must hate me and doesn't want to see my face again.