Two hours earlier...Percy's POV"Okay, we're going in. Jill, be on the lookout from your side."I have two men by my sides, guns on hands, one of the men brought his medical kit on his back just in case. I didn't like it when Jill told me that Grady was gone for some emergency situation I don't even know about. My gut was telling me that he should be with our baby sister, Ella."Yes, sir. Ella is stalling, confirmed, we're going in as planned."Her reply took me back to the current situation, we have been watching the house for almost an hour and waited for her to exit the premises. The house was empty aside from the infrared signature of one person we assumed was Brice, since he was not moving most likely subdued before she got out of the house.His retrieval was easy, the house was bare. There were no triggering switches that'll make the place explode if we accidentally trip them. Ann was no hitman after all, just one sick psycho stalker. But Brice was barely lucid, he was heavily
I slipped into his room after a quick shower, a change of clothes, and a cup of hot tea."Brice...oh my god. I can't believe you're here. You were gone, missing for days." I hugged, then I thought about any injuries that he might have then loosened my arms but he pulled me tighter in his embrace."Ella, baby, I'm so sorry to have made you worry about me." He cupped my face and kissed me, his glasses were on the side table, his eyes were glassy and my heartache thinking of the suffering that he had gone through."Not your fault, she got to you, but you're here now, that's all that matters," I whispered in his ear, assured him as he rest his head to the crook of my neck. It felt as if he was letting go of his burden, he leaned in and I held him close. I kept him close, engulfing him with my love. I was truly hoping we could put it all behind us and pull through from the horror we've been in. Days of worrying if he's dead or alive had drained my emotion and all I want is to be in his arm
Six months later"We owe this to your family Ella, I know we decided to elope over the weekend. But now everyone is pissed at us, and my phone hasn't stopped buzzing. I'm just going to let the battery die, Clara and my PR team has gone crazy as if I needed their permission to get married." My honey bun bun looked agitated, and I smiled though I felt sorry for him. He looked adorably cute when he's upset, call me selfless but I feel like I need to climb him and join the mile-low club once we landed, if there's such a club. If not, well...I can always make one."Baby, I know that look," he shook his head looking at my horny expression. Seriously, I hope he realized what he's in for the long run and does not regret tying the knot with me. Though it's a done deal now, I smirked and weave his fingers with mine."We'll do it your way, if you feel the need to suck up to my parents and brothers then it's up to you. As long as I get to have you for the rest of my life." I bit my lip, looking a
"I wish I'm a ghost." I slumped on the sofa while sipping my cold beer."Okay... I can be your genie, you got two more. Hit me with your best."I throw a pillow at her which she catches expertly. "Anyway, why would you want to wish that?" Gemma, my loyal cousin asked as she patiently stays by my side and listens to my crazy talk. "Why? so I can latch onto my honey bun bun, obviously!""You are one deranged woman." She laughed and continue mixing her vodka orange with a tint of lemon before she drinks it slowly. "Tell me you don't think he's hot!""I don't think he's hot." She said repeating the words within seconds, making me rolled my eyes at her. "Fuck you, Gemma. You're just jealous!""You're not even drunk Ella, and you're delusional already! your mom and dad will drag you back home if you kept on harassing the guy.""Oh! I missed mom and dad.""You missed her cooking." She teased knowing my belly is too weak for mom's homemade fried chicken."Erm, yeah mom's cooking for sure,
I should really stop reading his books and listened to Brenton. It was Wednesday when I was scheduled to meet the famous painter and do something with my life. And that mid-morning I decided that I was going to do just that. "Hey, woah... you're all dressed up. Are you stalking him again? damn, you even smell nice. Did you shower?" "Fuck you, Gemma."She giggled while putting toast on my plate and asked where I was going, again."I'm meeting Brenton, he's setting me up with his friend. She owns a gallery downtown.""Mm, that's good Ella. You should definitely meet her, I think your paintings are great. Look, Ella...you know I love you right? but it's time to start rebuilding your life."Her last words hit me on the right spot. The guilt I feel for Gwen still hangs, Gemma knows that every time I try to start my sketches I kept on seeing her face. I didn't even get to say goodbye to Gwen. The last words I said was me telling her to take it easy and everything was going to be okay.
It was almost a week since I saw Brenton. I was looking at my room, I got four unfinished sketches. All of them didn't feel right. I cried in frustration when trying to sketch the first canvas. Gemma was calming me down, but by the fourth failed attempt she was telling me to suck it up and leave me to type diligently back in her room before she ends her day.Then I was desperate when the week ended and Brenton called to check up on me."Why didn't you go back to your parents? I thought we agreed on that matter?""Well yeah, but the thing is... ehm, I have a thing...""Ella...""What? it's his book signing and I've jotted the event on my calendar since months ago." I whined and pouted while knowing that he wouldn't see me from the other line. "Tell me one thing, does he even notice you?""Well, with the long line of crowd it'll be tough, but..." "Ella, go to your parents. If you won't do this for me, do it for Gwen."The mentioning of her name made me, slumped back to my seat and I
Gemma had just got back from work. It was dinner time and I had just finish plating mom's dish for our meal. "So, my mom said hi," I pointed to mom's cooking on our small dining table. "Oh my god, I miss you! and your mom is the best!"We laughed and start to eat our dinner while we talk about everything that we've been missing out from each other."Well, I can't believe you skipped the most awaited Brice Durant's book signing event.""Right?! I hope he's not upset that I decided not to go..."Gemma throws a napkin at me to stop me from continuing my words."Shut up before I throw a kitchen knife at you." She muttered while spooning mom's casserole in between her words."Jeez, cuz...didn't know you've become this bloodthirsty since I'm gone." She shrugged and continue eating mom's cooking. "...anyway, you looked like you've actually been working your ass off, can I see the paintings?" "It's still packed in my room. Why don't I show you in the morning, I want to sleep early tonigh
"Okay! I've been thinking about our dates last night. I think we need to arrange new strategies."I shook my head, silently telling myself not to go up against her when she gets excited. The best I can do is listen to her."Give me your phone." "Don't you have work to do?" "It's Saturday," "Gemma, I'm not sure I want to do the date thing two nights in a row. How about we do the traditional way and go have drinks and just stare at cute guys longingly?" She laughed at me but finally agreed. "Okay, but we're doing this my way. Let's do a spa day, shopping, do our hair, waxing..." she kept on listing our schedule while I decided to leave her and go to my room to stalk my honey bun bun on social media.I sighed when I look at his handsome face, it didn't take me long before my hands reach out for my sketchbook and start sketching him. Again. It has become an addiction, I should stop. That afternoon we had our spa day, we talked and relaxed all through our sauna and bath session, I