❝𝒎𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒆𝒊𝒑𝒆𝒊𝒔.❞
(you're missing from me.)
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𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔
Iva Laurent lost her parents when she was eight. Sold to the black market by her only relative left on this earth, she was l...
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LONDON February Location: Jaxen's House
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When Jax finally pulled the car over in the garage, I wobbled myself out of the car as I forced my legs to stand. Unable to handle queasiness, I planted a hand on the wall beside me to support my falling body as I dry heaved with nothing in my stomach. The discomfort was overwhelming as I struggled not to fall to the ground. Jax walked towards me and held me by the waist, he said in an apologetic tone, "Let me bring you in."
I wanted to pull myself off his arms but was too weak to fight him so I allowed him to bring me into his house. Normally, I appreciated that Jax wasn't a person who had much to talk but the lack of words between us only aggravated all that I felt deep within. He walked into the wide living room and placed me on the couch as he poured a glass of water from the carafe before handing it to me. A few sips of water definitely eased the nausea, but it wasn't until I heard a voice that made my heart plunge to the deep abyss.
"Daddy?"
A soft, whimpering child's voice sounded from behind me and I almost dropped the glass from my hand when I lifted my gaze to look towards Jax beside me. He didn't face me, instead, he used the arm of the couch as a support to push himself up and walked towards the sound. Frozen in my position, I didn't dare to turn myself around but I heard him speak in the most affectionate voice, "Why did you leave your room, ángelé?"
"Thea doesn't want to be alone," the child cried in her slightly hoarse voice.
Thea. I caught her name and felt a pang of emotions struck fast through my chest. I gripped on the glass in my hand, tightening on it in the same manner that I felt my heart being wrenched.
"You're having a fever, ángelé. You shouldn't be out and about," Jax cooed in a gentle voice. "Let's get you back to your room, alright?"
"Okay," the child murmured
I remained where I was as my ears noticed the sounds of faded footsteps and a closing door. Thoughts chaotically swirled through my mind and I didn't exactly understand how to react to this matter. My eyes darted towards the main door and knew that it would be better to leave before I had to face him again. This time, I doubt that I could face him without all the hurt that's forcing themselves to the surface. I stood up despite the dizziness that was threatening to knock me unconscious and dragged my feet towards the way out. I was only two steps away from the door when Jax called out to me from behind, "Iva."
"I'm not feeling exactly well. I thought it would be better for me to head home," I plastered a smile and continued to push my feet forward, though I had no idea why I didn't have it in me to walk out of this place. Tears were already pooling at the corner of my eyes and I abhorred the feeling of helplessness that rooted me in my current position.
