His Mission (HIS SERIES Book 1) by SAKINA HUSSAIN (ebook reader library TXT) 📕

it to stay that way, it's safer like that. My thoughts are always wrong, too dark for anyone to work through. I'm always doing the opposite of what I should be doing, rebelling and disappointing everyone. I chuckle quietly at my foolishness.

"I'm an idiot, right? I'll get it over it, whatever it is." I quote stupidly with my free hand.

"Jake loves you, I can see it in his eyes. His eyes always tell the truth and I used to know him better than anyone. When we were little, I'd be able to tell if he stole something of mine or broke something of mine just by looking at his eyes. He'd swear black and blue he never did it but eventually he'd confess because I always knew the truth." I chuckle fondly at the countless memories I have of us as kids.

I feel a pressure in my hand and my gaze snaps down to it, she's squeezing my hand. I know Jake felt it too but it was so surreal to actually be the one to feel her squeezing. The thought suddenly hits me . . .

Can she heard me? Was she listening all along?

My heart drops to the pit of my stomach and my mouth runs dry.

"Emily, can you hear me?" I ask quietly, waiting nervously for her to respond. Moments pass and she doesn't squeeze my hand again. I blow out the breath I'm holding and slump my shoulders in relief . . . That was way too close.

"This is why I'm not open to expressing my feelings, shit comes back to bite me in the ass." I mumble to no-one in particular. The door suddenly opens and Jake walks in holding a tray of coffees. His eyes meet mine before they land on my hand. . .

The one holding Emily's.

I immediately let go of it as if it caught on fire and place it in my lap, sitting up straighter. I notice Jake's jaw clench and I look away from him, focusing my gaze on Ivory. She smiles at me, clearly oblivious to the tense moment Jake and I shared.

"I've got to go, work called." I say quickly to Ivory before dodging around her and heading out the door. As I make my way out of the hospital, I grab the box out of the back of my jeans and pull out a cigarette before lighting it and taking a much needed drag. I instantly relax and my nerves subside. I exhale the smoke and carry on walking, away from the people I call family.

It's a shame I never feel like I fit in with that family. . . Not anymore.

A real shame.

 

Chapter Thirty Nine - Jake, help me.

Jake's POV -

The sun is setting and the darkness invites itself into the room through the blinds. I stand up and walk over to them, blocking out the night. Ivory left a few hours ago and I'm left alone with nothing but the steady beeps. I shut my eyes and place my forehead against the wall, breathing deeply.

My legs shake uncontrollably from keeping myself together. I'm on the edge, threatening to explode at any moment. I can feel my sanity slipping away every hour I spend in this god damn hospital room.

I need a release and I need it fast. I sigh heavily and reach for my jacket, heading for the door. Before I leave, I turn around, looking at her sweet face.

"I'll be back soon," I murmur, disappearing out of the door. I head down the corridor, inhaling and exhaling deeply.

A cigarette will have to do.

I stand on the corner of the entrance and light my cigarette, shielding it from the cold air. I inhale deeply and sigh, leaning back against the glass. My eyes close and I will myself to stay focused.

She's going to be okay. She has to be.

I bring the cigarette back up to my lips, inhaling deeply again. I hear a rustle beside me and immediately open my eyes. The blonde from the hospital cafe is opposite me, sat on the bench. She's wearing a tight dress and is shaking slightly from the cold. In her hands, she clutches a bottle of alcohol tightly. Occasionally she lifts the bottle to her lips, taking a long drink.

I frown at her but choose not to get involved, it isn't my business to do so.

"Hey," she calls out towards me, her voice wobbling. She's looking directly at me, beady eyes burning holes through me. Seems like she has other plans.

"Hey," I respond back bluntly, remaining frozen in place. I don't want to show an interest.

"I wasn't okay a minute ago but I am now." She giggles, her eyes roaming up and down my body. I watch as she places the bottle down onto the bench and approaches me slowly, her eyes continuing to drink in my appearance. I clear my throat and stand up straighter. She never stops approaching me until she's an inch away from my face. I can smell the fresh alcohol on her breath so I inch away to the side, putting distance between us.

"I have a girlfriend," I state bluntly, completely baffled at this girls persistence. I continue to smoke and inhale the next one deeper, letting the nicotine seep it's way into my body.

She ignores my words and leans her body against my side before taking her hand and stroking it down my chest. I watch in disgust as her hand trails lower, her breathing shallowing out beside me. Her tongue flicks out, licking her bottom lip and I raise my brow at her actions. Months ago, I would have found this hot.

Now, it comes across desperate.

Her hand reaches the waistband of my jeans before I decided enough is enough. I grab her hand with my free one and pull it away from me, giving her an icy