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

My face turns so we're facing each other, so close that if an outsider was looking at us, we'd appear to be kissing. It couldn't have been further from the truth. I growl quietly, my lips turning up in a snarl —

"I have a girlfriend, I won't say it again. I've told you once before but now you're simply disrespecting her by choosing to carry on."

My voice is low and threatening and I notice her eyes widen in fear. She pulls back, quickly yanking her wrist out of my grip before turning around and stomping off, swaying a little. She grabs her bottle and heads round the corner out of sight and I sigh, relieved at her absence. I close my eyes and lower myself until I'm sat on the cold floor, shivering from the frosty air. My thoughts turn back to the only girl I want, lying in a bed a few floors up. I throw the finished cigarette I'm holding onto the floor before pulling out a fresh one, lighting it up.

It's going to be a long night.

*****

I hear the door faintly open and I jolt awake, my head swaying a little from the sudden movement. I'd fallen asleep sat up with my head on Emily's bed and my neck throbs from the uncomfortable position. I turn towards the door and immediately stand to my feet.

"What are you doing here?" I say, my fists clenching tightly. I stand in front of Emily's bed, guarding her from anyone who can hurt her further.

"Jake please, she's my daughter. I just want to see her." Emily's mum responds quietly. Her eyes drift over to Emily and one hand shoots up to her mouth in shock. I scoff at her actions.

"She's been in here almost two weeks and you decide to show up now. You're a terrible mother."

She doesn't respond from my harsh but truthful words. Instead her head falls forward in shame. She looks like a little kid being told off and I shake my head angrily. She doesn't care for Emily at all, in my eyes she's just as evil as Trevor. No mother should stand back and watch their child be beaten senseless by a thug twice their size.

"Jones shot her," I say angrily, remembering the night that haunts me every day. The way the gunshot filled the room, echoing loudly. I can feel myself losing control and I inhale deeply, forcing myself to stay calm.

"Jones is her real father.” Emily’s Mum says quietly.

"She knows," I respond, fists clenching tightly in anger.

"Does she?" Her tone is shocked. Her eyes widen at me and I nod, clenching my jaw. She rubs her forehead, shaking vigorously. Her hands are trembling as she takes a seat near the door before opening her purse and pulling out a box of tablets. I watch as she pops open four pills and swallows them straight. No water.

My eyebrows rise at her actions and she immediately appears to calm down, her posture relaxing back into the chair.

"You're a drug addict," I scoff, recognising all the symptoms. Her head snaps towards me and her eyes widen due to being caught out.

"No! I — " she begins to protest and I hold my hand up, signalling for her to silence.

"I know a drug addict when I see one." I say bluntly, sitting back down into the chair next to Emily. I hope to God she can't hear this conversation right now.

"What do you want? You should leave," I say firmly as I watch Emily. She looks so innocent, so caught up in a world she doesn't deserve. She's beautiful and pure yet the people around her ooze evil and danger . . . me included.

"I just want to see my daughter."

"You should have visited her two weeks ago! How can you call yourself a mother? You've abandoned her, she still needs you!"

She didn't flinch and instead calmly opens her bag before popping out another two pills and swallowing them. I scoff at her and my laughter fills the room.

"You're actually unbelievable," I shake my head and run a hand through my hair.

"Get out."

My voice is serious, flat with no emotion.

She looks at me, bewildered, her eyes wide with confusion. I knows she's deciding whether she should stay or not. She takes one last look at Emily before standing up, taking the easy way out. A few moments pass before she speaks again —

"I can pay for the room."

"I don't need your money, neither does Emily."

Without saying another word, she turns her back on her daughter, her only child and leaves the room.

*****

Birds chirp loudly outside the window and I groan, lifting my head from the mattress. I rub my eyes and stand up trying to ignore my body screaming out in pain from sleeping in such an awkward position. I stretch my arms and groan once again, squeezing my eyes shut tightly.

"I hate hospitals," I grumble to myself, grabbing the water bottle near me and taking a sip.

"Can I have some?'"

I freeze, the bottle in mid air.

My breathing catches in my throat and I feel my lungs tighten as I turn slowly. Her eyes are barely open, a small smile on her lips. One of her arms reaches for the bottle and I stand there frozen, staring at her with my mouth hung open. She's awake.

I drop the bottle and it hits the floor with a loud thud, sending water spilling everywhere. My eyes never leave hers and I open my mouth to say something, anything. She's awake and she's moving.

"Am I dreaming? I'm dreaming. God, I'm going crazy," I choke out, rubbing my eyes furiously with my hands. I open them slowly and find her looking at me, bewildered.

"Jake, are you okay?" She asks, her voice croaky and weak. My laughter fills the