His Mission (HIS SERIES Book 1) by SAKINA HUSSAIN (each kindness read aloud TXT) 📗

I probably look like a crazy psycho right now, yelling to myself.

I glance around the room I've called mine for the past couple of months and a tear runs down my face as my eyes land on the picture on my nightstand. It's laid down flat because I had meant to buy a frame for it as soon as I could but things kept getting in the way.

Jake is stood behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist and his chin resting on my shoulders. He beams brightly, his teeth shining in the sun. I mirror his smile, my fingers intertwined with his. I was blowing a kiss at his face and I remember the happiness I felt in that exact moment.

My hands reach for the photo and I trace over it before a loud sob escapes my chest. I rip it in two angrily, the photo tearing straight down the middle. I yell before chucking it onto the floor and sob loudly, my hand flying up to my mouth.

This is it . . . It's over.

Whoever said you couldn't feel your heart break was wrong . . . so wrong. My heart ached with every piece that was falling off and it was killing me slowly. I lie on the floor, tears falling freely down my face.

I don't want to leave him, I don't want to walk away but I know I have to . . . For myself.

I can't live my life like this.

I escaped Trevor and survived Jones so I'm not prepared to live the rest of my life in fear with Jake. Every time I close my eyes, instead of his smiling face, all I see is fear. My fear as he stands in front of me clutching a gun tightly. I'm still struggling to come to terms with the nightmare Jones put me through and all I want is to be happy and safe.

Jake makes you happy Emily.

I ignore the niggling voice in the back of my head and grab my bag, wiping my eyes that are now red, stinging from hours of pained tears. I sigh deeply, composing myself and head for the door, opening it slowly. Everywhere is silent so I take my chance to escape. I fling the bag over my shoulder and head for the stairs, quickly but quietly.

The last thing I want right now is to run into Jake or Tobias. I'm afraid if I see Jake, I'd give in and stay, completely breaking down. I make it down the stairs and can see the front door right in front of me.

Just a couple more steps.

"Emily, no!" Tobias runs down the stairs and stands in front of me, his arms outstretched, keeping distance between us both.

I inhale deeply, closing my eyes.

"Tobias, get out of my way."

"Emily, please don't leave!" He pleads, his eyes large and persuading. I shake my head immediately -

"I have to."

"No you don't, you can get past this."

I clench my jaw at him, throwing my bag to the floor. It lands with a loud thump and I stare straight at him, my eyes never blinking. My hand lifts my shirt up and I point at my dressing that covered the ugly scar.

"Do you see this? I'm still dealing with it!" I yell at him, letting my shirt fall back down. Tobias' eyes drift to the floor and he appears sad, his posture deflated.

"I cannot deal with this and Jake's gang at the same time, like you said Tobias. . . It's me or the gang," I add quietly, picking my bag up and swinging it over my shoulder. I grunt from the effort before taking a step forward.

"Let me go," I whisper and he shakes his head, his eyes pleading with me full of sadness.

"What about Jake?" He says, grabbing my hand. I pull it free from his grasp, my heart clenching tightly with the decision I'm making.

"He chose the gang." I choke out, feeling my heart shatter once again. It feels like a razor was cutting through every fond moment, every fond memory I have with Jake.

"No Emily, he loves you." Tobias murmurs. My heart clenches tightly at his words almost as if a hand is wrapped around it, squeezing it painfully. It travels up to my throat, restricting my ability to breathe.

He loves you.

"Not enough," I respond, choking back a sob. I dodge around Tobias and he makes no attempt to stop me leaving this time. I pull open the door and shut it quietly behind me.

It's over.

*****

Jake's POV -

"What do you mean, she's gone?" I croak out, my head spinning from the pain I'm feeling right now. I reach over, grabbing the painkillers and throw them to the back of my throat, swallowing them dry.

"Where has she gone?" I ask Tobias who's now looking down at the floor, his hands at his sides. A bad feeling settles in my stomach and I sit up straighter, groaning from the effort.

"Tobias?" I ask quietly, my lungs tightening.

Why isn't he answering me?

"Tobias!" I yell, causing him to flinch. He looks up, his eyes large and full of regret.

"She's gone, she's left you." Tobias says quietly, his voice timid.

"What the hell do you mean, she's left me?" I say, my voice rising. I swing back the covers and attempt to get out of bed. My legs immediately give in, unable to support my weight and I fall to the floor, my teeth gritted tightly together from the pain.

"Jake, you need to rest."

"I don't believe you!" I yell, tears pricking my eyes. She couldn't have left me, she loves me.

I love her.

"She's gone Jake," Tobias says, grabbing my arm and pulling me up. Once I'm on my feet, I lean against the wall, letting it support my weight before I