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

down from years of pain and misery and my mind is going downhill with it. My mental health is at an all time low and I feel trapped inside a dark hole, alone.

The only person I have left is Pops and I know I couldn't stay under his roof forever. He's an old man, I couldn't burden him with the pressure of looking after me.

I sigh quietly in the dark, the sound echoing around the small room. Looks like I'm on my own from now on.

Chapter Fifty Eight - Life must go on.

My head vibrates and I groan, my eyes twitching in the morning sun. I reach under my pillow and pull out my phone, glancing at the screen.

Unknown Caller ID.

I frown and answer it, sitting up straighter in my bed.

"Hello?" I yawn sleepily, rubbing my eyes. I must have had around two or three hours sleep max. My mind eventually collapsed early hours in the morning and I was able to finally close my eyes and sleep.

"Emily?"

I hear a low husky voice on the other end of the phone and my stomach does a quick somersault inside my body. My eyes widen and within a split second, I'm now wide awake.

"Jake," I breathe out, my voice shaky and quiet.

"Can we talk?" He responds and I feel my stomach tighten in several different knots, twisting in different direction. I shake my head, my teeth clenched tightly together as I struggle to stay composed.

Don't cry Emily, don't cry.

"I don't know," I whisper down the phone, closing my eyes.

"Please? Let me explain, it's not what it looked like," he pleads, the desperation and exhaustion lining his voice.

"It's exactly what it looked like. You had a gun Jake, you threatened to shoot everyone, including me!" I responded angrily, my hands shaking.

"After everything that happened with Jones, do you know how terrified I was? I found out my boyfriend is the leader of some silly little gang. You roam around with guns, thriving off other people's fear, it's sick." I say angrily, my teeth clenched together.

I pause for a moment, my chest rising and falling quickly as I catch my breath. He's quiet on the other end, his breathing shallow. He eventually chuckles quietly at me down the line, his words icy.

"You think I'm the leader of just a silly little gang?" He asks rhetorically, humour lining his voice. I hold the phone away from me in shock, my eyes widening at his tone.

"Yes," I respond timidly, my voice quiet.

"Our silly little gang own the whole of this town! We don't just scare people, we give them reason to. We kill people, we take away lives. We tear families apart, it's what we do Emily!" He snaps down the line. Chills immediately shoot down my neck and I shudder, unable to believe his heartless words.

"Do you also put people in coma's?" I ask rhetorically before continuing —

"Do you tear loved ones apart? Like Jones did to us? When I was in a coma, how did it feel for you Jake? Knowing that Jones had shot me, put me in a coma, your loved one. You do the exact some to other people!"

My breathing quickened up and I inhale deeply, closing my eyes and forcing myself to focus. He remains quiet on the other end, my words obviously causing him to rethink his whole argument against me.

"Everything Jones did to me, you do too. Jones never killed me but your gang kill people and don't think twice about it. You've taken away mothers, fathers, uncles and aunties, children, friends and family! How can you live with yourself? Knowing you're part of something so cruel, so evil."

I finally finish and let out a quiet sob, my hand clutching my chest. He remains un-phased on the other end of the phone, taking a moment before he responds. His words only caused me to suck in a harsh breath, feeling like he was ripping me apart, piece by piece. His voice is cold, flat and dangerous —

"I am evil, it's who I am."

And with that, he hangs up on me.

*****

I grimace at the sight of me in the mirror. Dark deep bags circled underneath my eyes and my skin is blotchy and red with a pale undertone. I look unhealthily skinny due to my weight dropping vastly in the past few weeks. When I stretch, my ribs stick out sorely and I clench my teeth tightly, a glossy sheen covering my eyes. I look a mess.

The bandage still covers my gun wound and I don't dare remove it to unveil the ugly scar that lies beneath. I hear a knock on my door and I grab my bath robe, pulling it around me.

"Come in," I say quietly, taking a seat on my bed. The door opens and Pops glances around the door, giving me a small smile.

"Sleep well princess?" He asks me and I nod tightly, feeling terrible for lying to him.

"Good. Emily, you need to attend school today," he says and I groan, throwing a hand over my eyes. I'd completely forgotten about college. The thought of education right now is not appealing in any way, shape or form.

"Can I have the day off please?" I ask him, feeling my stomach tighten further knowing I have a chance of running into Jake. Right now, I want to avoid everyone, curl up in bed and watch Disney movies with a jar of Nutella.

"No Elly, you need to go to school," he sighs, opening the door a little wider. I nod grimly, knowing he's right. I can't hide away forever, no matter how heartbroken I feel right now. I give him a small smile —

"I'll be ready in twenty minutes."

"Good girl," he says brightly, his head disappearing before he closes the door over softly. I throw myself back onto the bed, my body instantly sinking into the warm covers.