Semua Bab KISS ME WHEN ITS OVER: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Mikes POV. The-D-day. The church looks worse than I imagined. An old abandoned building. The walls are falling apart, the roof is half gone. The only thing standing in place is a rotted away statue. surrounded my tall trees in the middle of nowhere. Of course, Delmont would pick such a place. I don’t like it. This was the first time I am coming face to face with the man who changed everything. And somehow still manages to direct the course of our lives up till this very moment. I am standing beside the car parked on the courtyard, my hands are shoved into my pocket staring at the church. The sky above is getting dark. Thick clouds. Rain hasn’t started yet, but it’s close. “Too quiet” I say. Leon is leaning at the rear end of the car. A cigarette in one hand and another on the gun in his belt, like this is just another causal Wednesday. “Churches are like that” I glance at him. “I don’t like the set up” I look down at my watch. Delmont is late. On purpose. I know this move.

Rebeca’s pov. This isn’t the best time to go. But I can’t seat in this house any second longer, the silence is beginning to press in my chest and if I stay I might start crying over nothing all over again. I have called mum twice today. Cleaned, watched a movie and yet they do nothing to fill the emptiness I am feeling. Because something is missing. My headache hasn’t gone away and my stomach still feels off, but it doesn’t matter, I just need to see Donald. I know I will feel better when I do. There was something about his voice last night when he called. Just called out of the blue, he sounded tired. I miss him. I drive to his office. I take a longer route, because I am stalling, even if I would hate to admit it. I even stop by Mac Donald’s to get a doughnut, anything to take my mind off the dread that is forming in my tommy. I am scared about what he would tell me or what he won’t. I know he wouldn’t be at home now, he’s going to tell me what the hell is going on with hi

Rebecca’s POV It’s tommorow already, I am so tensed I leave the house before six. I am putting on a hoody sweater and joggers, the hood over my head. The sky is a bright red, and outside is a bit chilly. Thankful for what I had on, but it doesn’t shield me from the tightness in my chest. The walk to the park feels longer than it normally is. I pass a young girl who waves at me beaming with smiles. A man walking a dog with a tired kind of movement, all the while trying to steady my mind, a million thoughts racing through. When I walk through the little gates of the park it doesn’t take long before I spot him, sittting on the bench like we agreed on, but he doesn’t see me. My stomach does a little flip. And my heart rate increases. Tousled hair, he looks like he hasn’t shaved in days, he’s scanning he’s surroundings, like he’s expecting to see someone, behind the bushes. I hate that even now, part of me wants him to smile. To make this feel normal. To make me feel wanted again. Tha

Olivia’s pov. When I walk in to Rebecca’s living room, the house is quiet, I am a bit tensed because over the phone she sounded like someone who had been crying her eyes out. “Rebecccaaa” I call out. Dumping the groceries she had asked me to buy on my way here. “mummm” she calls out “I am upstairs” her voice sounds hushed. Like she’s talking against a pillow or something. “You okay baby?” I ask as I make my way up the stairs. When I reach the top, the door is slightly ajar and there are pieces of tissue paper everywhere. The smell of lavender is thick, her comfort candle burning slowly on the night stand. Rebecca is red faced. Her eyes are swollen, nose blotchy, her cheeks wet and raw in places where she’s clearly rubbed too hard. She’s curled on the bed, knees to her chest, a pillow clutched in her arms like it’s the only thing keeping her whole. “Sweetheart,” I whisper, stepping in slowly. She doesn’t look at me, just stares at the foot of the bed. “He lied to me, Mum.”I s

Rebecca’s pov. I did not tell anyone I was coming to meet father. And now that I am standing at the door before I push the door open, I am second guessing my decision. He’s voice over the phone shook me in ways I can’t explain. I could barely sleep at night. when I finally drift off to sleep, I wake up before my alarm goes off. I push the door open. It creaks lightly. I don’t bother checking the living room, I just walk straight up the stairs. Dread creeping under my skin. When I push the study door open, he isn’t there. The house is so quiet that even my footsteps seem to echoe into the hallway. I am scared to make a noise. I pass my old room. The door is wide open. It’s clean. I walk in and walk to the dresser. The room is empty apart from the furniture. I look into the mirror. I used to stand here every morning. Wondering when my bum would grow out and get Lincoln. My high school crush to notice me.I smile at the memory. But now that’s all it is, memories. I walk out.