Forever You by Lynn, Sandi (autobiographies to read .txt) 📗

I sighed as she walked several feet in front

of me. We approached the limo, and I graciously opened the door for her. She slid in the back seat

without even looking at me. The only person who got a hello and a smile was Denny. He was thrilled

to see her. I could tell he missed her as well.

She sat there, staring out the window and still refusing to look at me. I asked her how she was

feeling, and she said she was fine. She obviously didn’t want to talk, so I left her alone, and there was

silence the whole way to her apartment. After hearing what she told Nurse Bailey about how she

anticipates getting sick, I decided she shouldn’t be left alone. I knew Peyton was out of town with

Henry, so she wouldn’t be able to stay with her.

We pulled up to her apartment, and I followed her inside.

“I want you to start packing,” I said.

“For what?” she asked as she turned and looked at me.

I took in a sharp breath, “You will be staying in the guest room at my penthouse.”

“I’m not going anywhere; this is my home. This is where I’m staying!” she snapped at me.

“Listen to me,” I said in a raised voice. “I don’t want you staying here alone.”

She walked over to me with a strange look on her face and put her finger to my chest. “I’m not your

fucking charity case, Connor Black, and I don’t need your help. Besides, you hate me anyway, why

would you want to help me after what I did?” She said as she slowly turned around and walked to the

sink, resting her hands on the counter.

It hurt me to know that she thinks I hate her. Maybe that’s the reason for her behavior towards me

today. I slowly walked up behind her. I wanted to wrap my arms around her, but I couldn’t.

“Ellery, I don’t hate you; please don’t ever say that again. Yes, I will admit that I’m still angry, and

that I probably will be for a while, but I need to put all that aside because you are my friend, and you

need help. Please put your stubbornness aside, and let me help you.”

“You said you hired a nurse to come here,” she softly spoke with her back still turned to me.

“Well, I’m making other arrangements,” I said.

She turned around and looked at me with sadness in her eyes as she agreed and went to pack her

bag. I let out a sigh because I was relieved. That was easier than I thought it was going to be. She’s

one stubborn girl and can put up a fight until she wins.

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I took her bag upstairs to the guest room and set it in the corner as Ellery laid herself on the bed. I

could tell she loved that bed. I could see the corners of her mouth slightly curve up as she ran her

hands across the comforter. I’m glad I made the decision to bring her here. I just hope I don’t end up

regretting it. Seeing her sitting in that chair at the hospital while getting treatment was melancholy. I

never dreamed in a million years that I would be bringing home a girl with cancer and taking care of

her. It wasn’t me, but then again, I’m not the same person when I’m with Ellery.

I have a business dinner with Paul this evening. I told her I was going out tonight and that she’s

welcome to help herself to anything she needs or wants. She gave me a half smile as I turned and

walked out the door. I didn’t want to leave her, but Denny had agreed to stay until I got home in case

something happened. I grabbed my keys and headed out the door to meet Paul.

I arrived back home around 11:00 pm and went upstairs to check on Ellery. Denny said she had

been sleeping since I left. The door was opened a crack, and I peeked inside to make sure she was ok.

She was sleeping peacefully. I walked to my room and changed into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt.

I sat on the bed and opened my laptop to do some work. I had fallen asleep for a while and woke up

to the sound of Ellery vomiting in the bathroom. I got out of bed quickly and headed down the hall to

the bathroom. I slightly opened the door and saw her on the floor, over the toilet, violently vomiting.

“Ellery,” I whispered as I took her hair and held it back in my hands. She told me to go away

because she didn’t want me seeing her like this. I knelt down beside her while holding her hair and

told her I wasn’t going anywhere until she was back in bed. About an hour later, she was finally done

vomiting. She rested her elbows on the toilet and cupped her face in her hands. I walked over to the

sink and wet a washcloth with tepid water. I folded it and patted it gently across her head. She

grabbed the washcloth from me as I