Semua Bab Love in lies: Bab 41 - Bab 47

I got to the door of the house and knocked once, there was no response, so I proceeded in. I didn't know how I felt being back in the house again. I walked into the living room, dad was laying sprawled on the floor with a glass of whisky in his hands. "Dad" I shouted as I ran towards him "Are you alright?" I didn't knw why I was asking someone that was unconscious if he was alright. And where the hell is my stepmother? I picked the cup from his hand, I placed it on the table beside him and tried to raise him up. "E-e-emily? I-is that yo-u-u?" dad asked drunkenly. 'Yes, it's me dad, but we need to get you up and settled to your room first, can you help me with that?" He nodded his head and helped me as we struggled to raise him from the ground, up the stairs to his room.The room looked just exactly it has when I left, although I didn't see any of vanessa's things on the drawer where they were meant to be, something was definitely wrong, but that was something we would discuss the next

EMILY'S POVMy eyes fluttered open, I blinked twice, but I couldn't see anything. They were covered with a blindfold and my hands tied behind my back but my legs were free. The ground was soft, like a bed. I tugged at the ropes, and they felt loose. I applied more force and my hands broke free. I brought my hands up to my eyes and removed the blindfold. Turning around, I took in my surroundings, I was in a small room, with one small window. But it looked too pink, like it belonged to a 12 year old that's obsessed with Barbie. I got down from the bed and headed towards the door. Whoever tied me probably made a mistake , cos I mean how would you tie your captive that loosely. The person would definitely have the door locked, I'd have to follow the window if I was going to escape. But something kept telling me to check the door first, I turned the door knob and to my surprise, it clicked and opened. I paused, was this like a trap to lure me into thinking I'm free then kill me? Because i

MARCO'S POV I stared blankly at the man lying on the hospital bed in front of me, but I felt nothing, no empathy, no longing, no sadness. Nothing, it was as if I was staring at a blank space. “J, get the car ready.” Jonathan bowed and left the room immediately. I got up from the chair I was sitting on and made to leave the room when a Mr Harper's hands held onto mine. “Marco” he called faintly. I yanked my hand away from his, his weak eye looked up at me with pain written all over them. “Do you hate me that much now?” He kept looking at me, I turned away and made for the door ignoring his question completely. “Wait, please Marco, I need to talk to you.” I stopped and turned to face him waiting for him to say whatever it is he wanted to say. “My daughter s-she um, was she um is s-she alright?” “Are you sure you want the answer to that question, I'm not about to be wanted for murder. So I guess you'll have to recover if you want to get your answers.” I turned to leave, I didn't