Andrew POV
Without waiting or even thinking of what next to do, I picked up Sage from the ground, lifting her up in a bridal style as I hurriedly rushed towards where I had parked my car in front of the school. My phone was still buzzing and of course, it was Pauline still calling me.
I knew she would be so worried. I just hoped she'd be glad that I found Sage and I was taking her home directly. The only thing I could think about was her. Her knees were still bleeding and I needed to wrap it up.
I placed her in the passenger seat and sat in the driver's seat. I felt so frustrated and exhausted. Who could have done something like that? Her words flashed back in my memories again.
Somebody had pushed her. Clearly, someone wanted to see her downfall. Why were her fellow students so frustrating? It pissed me off, but I still held it in as she laid there unconscious. She must be so tired, even with my phone still buzzing, and I could see that it was Pauline calling me. I still was not in my right senses to pick her call because I was just so pissed at whoever did this.
And yet the crime scene was as clear as ever. Who could have possibly thought of doing something like this to Sage? I placed my hands gently on her cheek as I caressed it, feeling like anger was surging into me. The more I imagined her in pain, the more it hurt me and it made my heart ache.
I decided to pick up Pauline's call as she sounded worried on the phone.
“Please tell me you found Sage. I don't know what I'm going to do. I don't think I can stay in one place anymore. I will come to school and join you to search for her,” Pauline said to me as I tried my best to make my voice sound as relaxing as ever, despite the fact that I was very angry.
“Sage is perfectly fine. I found her. She's just unconscious. I guess she's tired or she's frightened. I am taking her home with me right now,” I said to Pauline as she quickly heaved a loud sigh of relief.
“Thank God. I was so scared. I'm glad that you found her, I don't know what I'd do if something bad happens to her. I know Sage is going through a lot but this isn't like her. I don't know why she's keeping secrets from me. What could have possibly made her lose consciousness?” Pauline asked as I responded.
“Do not worry. Whatever she's keeping from you or her distance from you has nothing to do with what happened to her. I think somebody lured her to her downfall and maybe like it was a trap from somebody. Someone who hates her,” I said. “Just come home and you'll talk more,” I ended the call. Taking her to the hospital was the best option but home was more closer and I had all the aid kits needed in this situation.
Clearly, she was in pain. From the way she groaned, I could already tell it. She was in so much pain. I drove out of the compound and sped towards my house, not wasting any seconds. Even when I saw that the traffic was taking too slow and the road was free, I would just speed right through it. After all, I had enough medical kit at home that I would use to help her.
I got home only to see Pauline already standing in front of the doorway, waiting patiently, her phone in her hands as she paced back and forth. I came out of the driver's seat as Pauline rushed towards me, and I helped Sage out of the passenger seat, carrying her yet in a bridal style.
How was I even going to bring it to my daughter that I have some sort of feeling or lust towards her best friend? I felt so frustrated but decided that was not a matter to discuss now as I rushed her into the house, dropping her gently in Pauline's room as I raced quickly to find my secret medical kit.
After my careful survey of her, I found that she was just unconscious, out of shock. I stood there with Pauline, who was sitting beside her friend, caressing her hair gently.
“Look at how peaceful she is. No worries, only for her to wake up next and she will just be worried, thinking, not able to apprehend what is happening to her,” I said.
“I don't know how else I'm going to change that, Dad. Do you know how I can make her talk to me and tell me everything?” Pauline said to me as I was brought to reality.
“Back. I don't know. I don't know how we are going to do it, but I know we will do it. I am sure of it. Honestly, Pauline, I don't know how you are going to do it. She is your friend and I am sure she would come to get close to you just as you guys were before. You just have to give her that time. I think she needs space or she needs to recover from her traumas. One of her traumas is one of the reasons why she's laying here unconscious. Out of shock, she fell unconscious instantly,” I said to Pauline as she nodded.
For I could see it in the way she stared at me and then back at Sage. She was on the verge of tearing up.
“I have tried all my best to help her, but I don't know. I don't know how else I am going to do it. I don't know where else I am going to try. She's just pushing herself away from me no matter what. I can feel the distance even though she's trying to cover it up. It's so obvious, Dad,” she said to me as I nodded.
“Huh?”
“Can you help me? Can you help me bring back the old Sage?”
Sage's POV Anastasia's presence was a toxic cloud, a storm that had just rolled into our little haven. She leaned down, her face a mask of feigned concern, her voice a low, venomous whisper. "Pauline," she said, her eyes boring into my best friend's. "You don't need to force yourself to be with them. You're better than this." She held Pauline's shoulder, a possessive, territorial grip. "I've been so worried about you, sweetheart. Especially when you didn't come home. Come with me. Let's go home."She held Pauline's hand, her fingers lacing with hers, a sickeningly sweet gesture that made my stomach churn. She pulled Pauline to her feet, a silent act of aggression. Then, she turned to Andrew and me, her face a mask of pure hatred. "You two should stop forcing yourselves on my daughter. You're shameless. Whatever is going on between you two, you should keep Pauline away from it."She started to drag Pauline away, but my best friend was stronger than she looked. Pauline pulled her hand
Sage's POV Andrew suggested we all have dinner at his restaurant, a treat from him to celebrate our reunion. He and I left first. He dropped me off at my place so I could change before he drove home to get ready. The evening air felt different, lighter and filled with a promise of a new beginning.I went inside, my heart soaring, a joyful melody playing in my head. I quickly found a dress, a beautiful sapphire blue one that I had saved for a special occasion. I did my hair, a simple updo and applied a little makeup, my hands trembling with excitement. An hour later, the doorbell rang. It was Andrew. He was wearing a dark suit that fit him perfectly, and his eyes held a soft, loving gaze that made my heart flutter.He drove to the restaurant, a place I had never seen before. It was beautiful, with a warm, inviting ambiance and soft, romantic lighting. He had already made reservations and soon, Pauline and Kay joined us. We all sat together at a round table, a happy, reunited family an
Sage's POV She wrapped her arms around both of us, her body a warm, comforting presence against mine. She held us tightly, her head resting on Andrew's shoulder and I could feel the silent sobs that racked her body. We held her just as tightly, our arms a protective shield around her, a promise to never let her go.After a long moment, she pulled away, her eyes still red, but a small, determined smile on her lips. She looked at Andrew, a playful glint in her eyes. "Dad," she said, her voice soft but firm. "If you ever hurt Sage, you don't need my permission to never forgive you. I have no intention of forgiving you."Andrew let out a warm, genuine laugh, the sound of a beautiful melody that was a balm to my bruised and broken heart. "I'll take your word for it, Pauline," he said, a proud, happy smile on his face.Just then, Kay walked back into the room, a tray of hot chocolate in his hands. He looked at us, his eyes filled with a new kind of relief and happiness. "I'm sorry to inte
Sage's POV He stood there, his eyes filled with a raw, vulnerable plea, his hand reaching out to her, a silent offering of peace. The room was thick with a tense, expectant silence, the air heavy with unspoken emotions. Pauline just stared at him, her face a mask of conflicting emotions, a mix of anger, betrayal and a deep sadness. She didn't say anything, and I knew it was my turn to speak. I had to tell her the truth, all of it, without any pretense or lies. I had to show her how much I cared, how much I loved her, how much I needed her in my life.I took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest, a frantic drumbeat of nerves. I took a step closer to her, my voice thick with emotion. "Pauline," I began, my voice a soft, sincere whisper. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry for everything. I know I hurt you. I know I betrayed your trust. I know I should have told you. And I know that my actions led to all of this. But I have to be honest with you. I don't regret meeting Andrew. And I don
Sage's POV We stood on the porch, Mia's words ringing in our ears, a cold, empty feeling in the pit of my stomach. Pauline was gone. Mia hadn't seen her, which meant Anastasia also had no idea and Pauline had lied. My mind raced, trying to figure out where she could be. The city was a maze and Pauline could be anywhere. My heart pounded in my chest, a frantic drumbeat of dread.Just then, a thought, a single, clear thought, broke through the chaos. "Kay," I whispered, my voice thick with a sudden realization.Andrew looked at me, a confused expression on his face. "Kay? Who's Kay?""He's the only other person Pauline trusts," I said, my voice filled with a new kind of urgency. "He's her friend. He's been there for her. He's the only one I can think of who would know where she is. He's the only one she would trust enough to tell her where she's staying."Andrew's eyes widened with a dawning realization. He immediately pulled me to his car, his voice urgent. "Lead the way, Sage. We're
Sage's POV I stood there, tears in my eyes, a wave of profound relief washing over me. He understood. He wasn't angry at me anymore. He was just a man, a father, who had been hurt and had lashed out in pain. I reached out and gently touched his arm, my voice a soft whisper. "I forgive you," I said, a small, genuine smile touching my lips. "I could never be angry with you."A genuine, grateful smile touched his lips and he took my hand, his fingers lacing with mine. The simple touch was a quiet promise of a new beginning. We sat there, on the edge of the basketball court, the sun setting behind us, casting a warm, orange glow over the city. We talked about everything, about the last few days, about the pain, the anger, the fear. We didn't leave anything unsaid. We were finally, completely, honest with each other."I'm so sorry, Sage," he said, his voice a low, sincere rumble. "I almost gave up on us. I almost let my anger get the best of me. But I'm not going to do that again. I'm goi