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

“Shit, what the hell have I done?!” I yelled as I ran down the stairs to the living room. I pulled out

my phone, but there was still no reply so I messaged her again.

“Where are you, Ellery?”

A few minutes later, she replied. “Connor, I had to leave. My being at your place was hurting

you as bad as it was hurting me. The only thing I can tell you is I’m ok, and please don’t worry

about me. I have a few things that I need to do, and I don’t know when I’ll be back.”

She doesn’t know when she’ll be back? What the hell is she doing, and where did she go? I was

pissed, and I could feel my blood pressure rise.

“What do you mean you don’t know when you’ll be back? Where the fuck are you going? You

have treatments to finish; you better get the hell back here, right NOW!”

When she didn’t respond, I sent her another text. “I will find you, Ellery Lane, even if I have to

travel to the ends of the earth; make no mistake that I will find you.”

“I know you will my stalker,” she responded quickly.

Enough with the text bullshit, I was going to talk to her. I dialed her number, but it went straight to

voicemail. I bet she turned her phone off. I decided to text her one more time to see if she would

respond.

“Ellery, you better answer your phone!”

There was no response, so I called her phone one more time, but once again, it went straight to

voicemail. Just as I threw my phone on the table, I heard the elevator doors open and a woman’s

voice.

“Where is she, Connor Black?!” Peyton said as she stormed in.

I looked at her with anger in my eyes, and she stopped dead in her tracks.

“Uh oh, what happened?” she asked.

“Your best friend decided to take off and take a little trip somewhere,” I said.

“Where did she go?” Peyton asked calmly.

“How the hell do I know? She just said that she had some things she needed to do, and she didn’t

know when she’d be back. What the hell, Peyton? You’re her best friend; what the hell is she doing?”

She shook her head and walked towards me. “I don’t know, Connor, but you need calm down.

We’ll figure out where she is, and we’ll bring her home.”

“I can’t calm down,” I said as I turned and headed towards the bar. “She’s sick, and she needs

someone to take care of her.”

“Why did she leave? What did you say to her?” She asked as she frowned at me.

“I yelled at her, but I didn’t mean it. I was angry about something else, and I took it out on her.

Damn it!” I screamed as I downed some scotch. I looked at Peyton and could see the worry across her

face. “Would you like a drink?” I asked her.

“No thanks, I’m good for now,” she replied. “I should get going; I have to unpack.”

I walked her to the elevator. “If you hear from her, will you please call me?” I asked calmly.

Peyton put her hand on my shoulder and smiled. “You bet I will. I know how worried you are.”

Worried isn’t the only thing I am. I’m pissed at her for doing this. Damn it. It’s my fault that once

again we’re apart. I haven’t even told her I loved her yet, and it’s killing me because I need her to

know how much I do. I had my back turned when I heard Denny.

“I already told you that you’ve met your match. She’s just like you, stubborn.”

“I know that, Denny. So, why the hell do you keep saying it?” I snapped.

“Because you need to realize that you just can’t go off on people the way you do. You need to

remove the number one stress in your life because she’s causing you and Ellery too much pain.”

I poured another drink. “I know, and I’m trying.”

“Obviously not hard enough,” he said as he walked out of the room.

I sighed and closed my eyes. My phone rang, and I jumped. I grabbed it. Peyton was calling.

“Hello?” I answered.

“I’m only telling you this because I know you love her, and that she loves you. If you ever tell

Ellery that I called you, I will string you up by your balls and let you hang for days. Do you

understand me, Connor?”

I gulped, this girl meant business. “Yes, Peyton, I promise.”

“She went to Michigan to take care of a few things and hopped on a flight somewhere else. Don’t

ask me where because I’m not telling you. You need to figure that out for yourself.”

I started to interrupt her. “Peyton...”

“Don’t interrupt me, Connor. Just let me finish. She wants you to find her, but there’s something she

has to do first. That part I can’t help you with because she wouldn’t tell me what is was. She said if

you find her, then the two of you