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

I groan from the pains invading my body, I've never had a beating so bad. Amil well and truly whooped my ass.

I make my way to her bedroom, my lungs tightening as I kick open the door. Her wardrobe doors are flung open, hangers all over the floor. My heart instantly drops to my stomach as I fall to the floor, my knees shaking from the strain of walking. I crawl my way towards her bed, feeling like I'm living a nightmare. I shake my head, looking around, refusing to believe she's gone.

She can't be gone.

I turn towards the door, seeing Tobias and Ivory kneeling against the frame, looking at me with sympathy in their eyes.

"Where is she?!" I yell. I feel a stab of pain run through my heart and I let out a scream, punching the floors with as much force as I could. Pain instantly flares through my hand and I hiss, clutching it against my chest.

My eyes land on two pieces of paper torn on the floor and I suck in a breath.

"No, no, no!" I yell, crawling my way towards them. I ignore the blood dripping down my temple from a wound that had sprung open, it wasn't important right now.

I pick the pieces of paper up, turning them round and taking in the heart warming image.

She'd torn it up, torn us up.

"No!" I repeat, my voice breaking as I yell loudly. Ivory runs over to me, throwing her arms over my neck before she pulls me close into her chest. I struggle at first, my brain full of confused muddled up thoughts. She holds on tight and I grip onto her arms for support, my heart breaking as my small cries fill the cold empty room.

"It's my fault." I gasp, feeling my lungs squeeze tightly from the lack of oxygen I'm getting. How could I have been such an idiot? I pushed her away, tainted our relationship. The best thing that had ever happened to me was now gone.

"Breathe Jake, it's okay. It's going to be okay." Ivory soothes me, pulling me close to her.

"She's gone because of me," I whisper, squeezing my eyes shut. My head reels and I feel my stomach clench tightly, threatening to bring up the little contents of my stomach.

"It's all because of me," I choke out, the guilt and pain spinning me into a hole of darkness.

Chapter Fifty Eight - Roof over my head.

I watch as his old sports car chugs to a halt in front of me and he turns off his engine. He opens the driver door before stepping out slowly, his arms outstretched. I immediately fall into them, his comfort sealing over my pain a little.

"Shh Elly, it's going to be okay."

"Oh Grandad, it's all such a mess," I whisper, inhaling his woody scent. His presence immediately calms me down and he pulls back, sadness filling his eyes. His hand reaches up, wiping tears away that I didn't even realise had fallen —

"You should have rang me sooner sweetheart."

"I didn't want to upset you Pops," I respond truthfully, giving him an apologetic smile. He shakes his head sadly, motioning for me to get in the front seat.

"We'll talk more once I get you away from here Elly," he says softly and I nod, opening his front car door and taking a seat, placing my bag near my feet. He turns the key in the engine and motions for me to pull my seatbelt over. I obey and sniffle, wiping away the unshed tears from the corner of my eyes.

"How does a hot chocolate and apple pie sound honey?" He says, driving down the road. I smile warmly at him, my eyes glistening with pain and tears.

"That sounds great Pops."

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An hour later, I'm settled in Gran's old pyjama's with a warm hot chocolate in my hand. A blanket is draped over my knees, providing me warmth. I've showered, removing last night's makeup. My hair is clean and drying naturally, falling down past my shoulders.

"Are you sure you don't mind me wearing Nana's pyjama's?" I ask him, looking up at Pops as he enters the room. He shakes his head at me, placing a small plate of pie in my lap. The delicious smell instantly wafts towards me and my stomach grumbles loudly causing Grandad to chuckle —

"Of course I don't mind Elly, you remind me so much of her," he says sadly, his eyes full of love as he speaks of Nana. I swallow the lump in my throat, remembering the news that she'd died a few years ago. Trevor wouldn't let me go to her funeral and I cried for days, locking myself in my room. I'll never ever forgive him for forbidding me to say goodbye.

"I miss Nana so much," I mumble, settling further into the couch.

"She missed you too, once your father died we never really saw much of you. . . "

"My father dying changed lots of things," I mumble, averting my eyes away from him. Moments of silence pass and when I look back up at Pops, his eyes glisten with tears.

"You know now that he wasn't your biological father?"

I nod grimly, the pain still clear in my chest. "He'll always be my father," I whisper quietly. Pops places a hand on my knee, giving me a reassuring smile.

"I always liked him, he was a good man and absolutely adored you. His little princess, that's what he called you."

I smile warmly at him before a thought crossed my mind —

"Did Dad know I wasn't his?" I ask and Pops looks away sadly, nodding at my question.

Wow. I have no words.

There are so many secrets within this family, I'm struggling to keep up. I look away, feeling hurt that I was kept in the dark from all this. I'm the one who it