Ch-24 ★Gone, Gone

Eastside, London

                [Jay]

                I got back to the apartment tired and worn out. My meeting with Sam had not gone well. She was devastated and that’s a nicer way to put it. Matthew was horribly upset with me when I returned to the studio. The release date was approaching and we were no-where close to finish. The album was terrible and I wanted to quit. So I did what I needed to, I cancelled the album until I could find my melody back, which I probably won’t…ever.

            My hands reached for the door knob, twisting it, I stepped inside. Everything was dark inside. It looked like Aulaura hadn’t bothered turning the lights. Maybe she had gone home afterall it was like ten p.m. but something told me she wouldn’t leave me so easily.

            I flipped on the lights-instantly light fled the room. There she sat on the black, leather coaches I had gotten few months backs when Beatrice had come to visit. Aulaura sat so still like she was a frozen ice figurine. She didn’t look up at me as I tossed my jacket onto sofa next to her. I watched her eyes as she stared at the blank T.V., expressionless. Something was off.

            “Aulaura,” I said, hesitantly placed my hand on her shoulder. She flinched as her eyes found mine. “Everything alright?”

            She got up from the coach, staring right into my eyes. She laughed. I couldn’t tell if she laughing or crying. Her lips were curved upwards yet her eyes they were crinkled like she sobbing.

            “Why do you care about me Mr. Rockstar?”

I wish I could answer that question but there were too many things pulling me down. So I didn’t say anything.

            She started crying. Tears fell out of her lovely blue eyes. She was so strong- well she always pretended to be. In reality she wasn’t and I figured that out a long time ago.

            I wrapped my arms her and held her close to me. She fought with me, her hands trying to push off-she slammed her hands my chest, punching with me with all her strength but I didn’t dare to let her go no-matter how much it hurt, I didn’t dare to loosen my grip.

            “Why?” She screamed. “Why?” She choked in between her tears.

I don’t why she was so upset. But something had happened while I was gone. It took every, single fiber in my body to keep myself from asking her that question. Because whatever it was, it would only upset her more.

She stopped fighting and rested her head against my chest. I picked her up in my arms. I saw that she hadn’t stopped crying, silent tears slid down her cheeks as she looked at everything other than me. It pained me to see her like that. I wish there was something I could do. “I’ll tell your mom you’re staying with me for tonight,”

“No,” She whispered. “I’m fine,”

“You’re not,” I argued.

            “Please put me down. It’s getting late and I have to get back home,”

“This is home,” The words left my mouth before I could stop them.

            She looked at me, surprised. The surprised look was soon replaced by a blank expression. The tears had stopped now. I put her down on the floor.

We stood in the hall, silently. I saw her glance at the blue door, the door behind which I had hidden all of Melodies memories.

She turned around to stare at me. “This place could never be home to me,”

            With that she left, running away so fast that I couldn’t even try to stop her.

Realizing what she meant, I solemnly watched her leave. She hated the fact that Melody was still alive here in that room. She hated the fact that I hadn’t let her go.

            But she didn’t realize that she meant so much to more to me than Melody ever had. She couldn’t see the wounds under my skin that were beginning to heal. Only if our destiny wasn’t so twisted, there would have been nothing that could stop me from making her mine.

I have to stop myself from getting closer. I was a sinking ship and I couldn’t have her drown with me.

Grey Mansion, Outside of Main City London

            [Aulaura]

            The first thing that greeted when I reached Grey Mansion was Samantha. She looked strangely happy. Of course she would be happy I thought bitterly.

            She hugged me when I stepped inside into the massive living room. The chandelier glittered like the denizens in the night sky.

            “Oh! Aura, I’m so happy for you,” Sam pulled away, smiling. “You’ve chosen the perfect guy,”

I didn’t reply, not in the mood for her lies.

            “I’m so sorry for doubting you about this,” She smiled. “I’m really sorry for everything. I was only trying to protect you,”

            “So can I know the reason for your sudden change in opinion,” I retorted, anger leaking into my voice. How could she? How dare she?

            “I finally saw what a good guy he is. I really regret not seeing that earlier,”

“Whatever,” I muttered, walking away towards room. I really wanted to get away from her. It sickened me to see who she truly was.  “Think whatever you want. I don’t give a damn,”

            “I’m really sorry. I mean it,” She could hear footsteps behind me.

“Please, just leave me alone. I’m not in the mood for this,” I sighed, wearily. Why couldn’t I bring myself to hate her? Why? I still cared about her. Honestly, that was killing me. I placed my love in the worst people possible.

“Oh,” She replied, her voice sounded terribly shaken. “Okay,”

For moment, I almost regretted my words but I couldn’t take them back and I wasn’t going to try either.

~*~*~*~

            “Mr. Smith,” I spoke in a low voice to my dad’s chauffer, not wanting anyone passing by to hear me. I held the phone close to my ear leaning against the cold walls of my room. “There is something I need you to do for me,”

            “Yes, what would it be?”

“By tomorrow, I want Sam out of here. Do something, anything to get her to leave?”  My conscious was eating me up as I said those words.

            My head was telling me that I was doing the right thing. I’ve done too much for her already and she has done nothing but ruin my life. It’s for the best if she leaves. If she stays here, I don’t know what I might do. I might end up hurting her and I don’t want that.

“No, no that isn’t right Madam. How could you do that to Miss Samantha? You treat her like your own sister,” Mr. Smith replied, frantically, his age worn voice sounded shocked.

“I have my reason. Mr. Smith and it’s for Samantha’s best interest if she leaves,”

“But Madam-“

            “This is an order,” I stated, firmly. My eyes wept for reasons unknown to me.

He sighed in defeat. “Alright, Miss Samantha will gone by tomorrow morning,”

            “No,” I exclaimed. “Not until I leave London,”

“You’re leaving Madam! Have you told Sir about this? He won’t be pleased,”

            “I have taken his permission Mr. Smith,” I replied, calmly. I did in-fact take my father’s permission. He’s the one who had gotten me the tickets to leave. He thought that I needed a well-deserved break. Little did he know what my true intentions were.

            “Madam, this is none of my business but are you sure about this?”

Biting down on my lips, I tried controlling the words that were bottled inside me. “Yes, I’m sure and please make sure that no-one finds out about this,”

            “Of course Madam, this conversation shall never be spoke of,”

“Thank you,” I sighed, ending the call, rather quickly and just like that I sunk into the floor. Broken sobs shook me. What the hell was I doing? Am I no different than Hunter?

Eastside, London

[Jay]

            I lay in bed, trying to wrap my head around everything that had passed by in the last few hours. I had sold myself to a girl that I couldn’t never have. Then she forced me into marrying her. Now she’s my wife and I’m her husband. We were bound to each other for this life and the one after it.

            The enormity of the situation wasn’t hitting me. Why? I don’t know. All I could think of was those sad blue eyes that were filled with tears. What had made them cry? What had made her cry? I wanted to know more than anything. Was it Hunter? Had he tried to hurt her? Or was it me? Had I done something?

            The sound of the bell made shoot right up in bed. I rushed towards the door. The morning sun peeked through the blinds of the kitchen.

            I flung the door opened. Aulaura stood there, smiling brightly at me. She was dressed in a causal pair of jeans and a red tee that had my name sprawled across it, her eyes were hidden by a pair of dark shades.

            “Good Morning,” I greeted her, stepping aside to let her in. She didn’t make a move and just stood there at the door.

            “Pack your bags, darling,” She ignored my greeting with an overly-sugary smile. “We’re going to Florida,”

            I started at her baffled. Not again, I wasn’t ready for another Aulaura Grey surprise.

            Author’s Note: I have a feeling you guys will enjoy the upcoming chapters. ;) ;)  Sadly Sam has to go now. Bye, bye Sam.

            Okay so let’s get this shizz down.  I felt like this book was going too fast and that there was literally no romance in past chapter. I’m going to slow it down a bit. Hopefully, everyone will enjoy it.

            Leave your thoughts about this chapter. I always look forward to reading them.