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

and his eyes travel over me before glancing at Jake.

"Tobias, stop it." Ivory frowns, turning towards him. Tobias chuckles at her words and I stiffen in Jake's arms.

"Get out Tobias, now." Jake warns him, his jaw clenched tight. I stand up off the sofa to leave the room because I don't want to be on the end of Tobias' firing line.

"Emily, wait." Jake pleads, tugging at my wrist. I turn towards Tobias, a confused expression written across my features. He simply smirks back at me smugly.

"What's your problem?" I ask him quietly, my eyes narrowing at him. Okay it is official, I severely dislike him.

"Don't get too comfortable here Emily. Once he sleeps with you, you'll be ancient history."

My heart immediately stops and I pause, frozen in place as I register his words.

"What did you just say?" I whisper in shock, not sure I'd heard him right. Tobias rolls his eyes at me, amused by the entire situation.

"Why do you think he hasn't asked you to be his girlfriend? Because he doesn't have any intentions to. Jake Melvin isn't the dating type." Tobias said bluntly, sounding bored. I frown further, tugging my wrist out of Jake's grasp.

"You know that isn't true Tobias!" Jake yells, lunging for Tobias but he's too quick for him. Both of them are the exact same weight but Tobias has the advantage of height. He dodges out of Jake's way and skilfully spins around, landing a quick punch to Jake's jaw. My eyes widen as Jake falls backwards from the force, landing on the floor.

Tobias simply smirks, dark eyes shining brightly with amusement. He turns to face me, intending to stab my heart once again with his words.

"Ask him about Violet, that's the reason he doesn't date."

"Violet?" I question, my voice quiet and timid. The name really doesn't ring a bell and I turn toward Jake, a questioning look on my face.

"Stop it Tobias! You sick bastard." Jake hisses, his eyes burning dark as he springs to his feet. Tobias keeps his eyes locked onto mine and I don't dare breathe.

"Why do I have reason to lie?"

And with that he turns and walks straight out of the room. I hear the front door slam and Ivory runs to Jake's side. He gingerly touches his jaw and hisses from the pain. His breaths are shaky and his fists are still clenched tightly as he struggles to remain calm.

"I hate him! I hate him for what he's done to me." Jake yells out, telling Ivory. She mumbles a response under her voice, too quiet for me to hear. I simply stare at him intensely, my face contorted in pain as Tobias' words ring round and round my head.

"Emily, he's lying. I can explain!"

I force myself to breathe deeply . . . give him a chance Emily.

"Is he lying? Who is Violet?" I ask him, my voice wavering. The silence in the room begins to increase until it became almost suffocating. I stare intently at Jake, never blinking. My eyes are covered in a glossy sheen as he remains silent, his face twisted and contorted with difficulty.

"Jake." I plead with him, my voice desperate.

I don't want it to be true.

He opens his mouth to reply and I see pain flash through his features before he masks it over. I know this is it, the conversation is over. I shake my head at him and leave the room, walking out of the house. Tears prick my eyes as I think of everything that has happened these past few weeks.

My life is a complete mess. I don't have control over anything. Everything good slips away from my fingertips before I have a chance to keep hold of it forever. After spending years living in fear and unable to love or trust, I want it to end so I can be happy.

I don't stop walk until my chest and legs burn from the pain and I glance around, finding myself in the cemetery. I breathe in deeply, letting oxygen into my lungs and make my way along the route I have memorised.

I stop when I get to his grave and fall onto my knees, wiping the tears away. I don't want him to know I've been crying. I silently push away the branches and leaves, feeling guilty for abandoning him, Once I'm done, my fingers stroke over the carving - loving father. I let out a small sob, unable to control the pain anymore. It's taking over my chest, becoming unbearable.

If he was here, he'd tell me what to do. He always had a reasonable solution to everything. When he was alive, my life was full of love and happiness. It's crazy how one accident has the ability to change your entire life, rip away your happiness in seconds.

I sniffle, wiping away the tears on my cheeks. The wind whips around me harshly but I'm numb to the cold, numb to everything. Loneliness is a feeling I've

grown accustomed to but right now, it's hitting me harder than ever before.

"I just want you back Dad." I whisper, pulling my knees into my chest.

*****

It's been hours.

Darkness surrounds me and everything is eerily quiet. I lay weak next to my fathers grave and feel comforted, almost as if his presence is around me. I feel my phone vibrate again and I pull it out of my back pockets, squinting at the brightness of the screen. Jake has messaged and rang me multiple times.

I quickly scan over his text, each one becoming more frantic.

Emily, please tell me where you are.

I turn my phone off.

I don't want to talk to anyone. Right now all I want is to be left alone.

*****

Jake's POV-

I tug hard at my hair, staring down at my phone as I wait for her reply. I check everywhere I can think of but she's nowhere to be found. My fists clench as