Lovestruck

Author’s POV

Next morning, Aslan was woken up by Ian and the commotion he brought. Aslan’s mother, sisters, Tom, Matthew, Elle, Bella, everyone was there. He talked with utter patience to everyone when all he wanted was to be alone and think about her. His mother constantly cursed Elena, and Joanna and Alicia joined. Elle was clearly upset and Bella was on his side, having no idea why her friend has run away when she was planning the wedding with such zeal. Ian never left the bedside the entire time and Matthew knew that something was going on in Aslan’s mind.

Aslan sent his mother, sisters, and Tom home. Elle had already left as she had an appointment. Finally, Ian asked, “What are you gonna do about her?”

“I wanna die right now.” Aslan replied honestly. Since she had come into his life, there had not been a day when he had been away from her, never for this long. He was wondering how he was alive. He was like a fish out of water without her.

“You, dickhead, you listen to me. You are Aslan fucking Parker. You leave women. Women don’t leave you, and if they do, you say “Good riddance” and find another chick.” Ian was just trying to divert his mind.

“I want my chick.” Aslan spoke like a baby.

“Then you better find that bitch and fuck the sense out of her, tie her to your bed, and make sure she never dares to leave you.” Ian couldn’t believe Elena could do this or he could talk about her this way.

“Is that how you are gonna treat my sister?” Matthew knew it was time to interfere. Aslan was not in his right mind and he needed a good advice, not a toxic one.

Ian growled. “Fuck, Mat, I love your sister.”

“And he loves Elena. Look, Aslan, you gotta find out what happened. Ok? Don’t reach any conclusions. Besides, you will get back home tomorrow. Then we will think what we are gonna do.”

Aslan was thinking, and Ian’s words made him think hard. Yes, he needs to find her.

“Call Sean.”

“Now?” Matthew asked as he saw his friend’s cold eyes and set jaw.

Fuck, he has lost it, Matthew thought.

“Now.” It was like Aslan had turned off a switch inside him.

Sean came hurriedly. “Yes, Mr. Parker.”

“Any lead on her?”

“No, Mr. Parker.”

“What about her driver?”

“He was found in an alley near his home. He was doped and tied when he was leaving his home to fetch her. Even his phone was crushed.”

“Hmmm. The car?”

“We found it abandoned ten miles south.”

“What about the Hitman?”

“We have him. He is half dead and still not ready to spill.” Sean was very efficient at these things.

“Hmmm, take him to hospital, and get him treated, then I will meet him. Any media leakage?”

“No, Mr. Parker, we contained it.”

“Ok. She can’t pull this stunt alone, Sean. Did you check her phone records?” Matthew, Ian and Aslan saw how Sean’s face changed.

“What?” Aslan asked.

“There is a problem with her phone, Mr. Parker.”

“Spill” Aslan wanted to know how she pulled it. Until now, she had not left a clue.

Sean pulled out the plastic bag from his pocket in which her phone was kept. He wore a glove and pulled out the phone. He placed it in front of Aslan and switched on the power button.

“Tracker, My Foot. To hell With You, Aslan Cheater Parker.” The text displayed on the screen, and a clown replaced it, laughing. Aslan clenched his jaw and screamed in frustration, throwing away the phone. So, she found out. That’s why she felt betrayed. He was so angry now. His stitches threatened to open up and Matthew calmed him down. Aslan ran a hand down his face and exhaled loudly.

“You had a tracker in her phone?” Matthew asked, but Aslan ignored.

“Come here, Sean.” Sean came closer but was wary of his employer’s mood. The man loved his woman so much. His heart must be weeping. “Spend every last cent of my wealth if you have to, hire any agency

you want, but bring me that woman back. At any cost.”

“Yes, Mr. Parker.”

“And I want her alive. If anyone touches her, cut his hands. Bring her to me, and I will kill her myself.”

Aslan’s

POV

Aslan passed the entire day reading her file. She had never been out of New York. Where would she go? He checked her phone records, but if she had found out about tracker, it was evident that she must have used her phone carefully.

Aslan was growing impatient. He ordered Mike to bring him clothes.

He was dressing up when the nurse came and seeing him up and standing, her eyes widened.

“You…You can’t leave now.” Her voice was frail.

“Try and stop me.” His gruff voice made her run out of the room to fetch the doctor. He was out in the corridor and people made way for him as he passed. He knew how he must be looking right now. Wounded. Can everyone see that he is a jilted lover turned zombie?

The doctor he had seen yesterday came running.

“Mr. Parker, being our doctor, I forbid you….” Aslan took his neck and thrust him against the wall with his right hand. He still had enough power left in him to tackle an army if they stopped him from finding Elena.

“I am not a 10-year-old. I am Aslan Parker and no one, listen carefully, no one can forbid me to do anything.”

“Mr. Parker.” The doctor was struggling for breath and Aslan was not giving a shit. He finally left the man.

“Send the prescriptions to my home.”

“But it’s your shoulder. You will need help…”

“Then send me a fucking nurse. Now fuck off.”

He came home and the thick silence deafened his ears. Her laughter was still echoing in the house. He ignored it, and walked to his room. The moment he opened the room, his eyes watered.

The room was decorated with roses. The bed had a heart made of rose petals with A and E written in it. The scented candles were never lightened and were waiting for the arrival of the awaited guests. One of them was God knows where. He could smell her scent mixed with the scent of roses.

The lights flickered and came to life as he entered the room. His eyes slowly roamed around the room. He went down on his knees as his breath stuck in his throat. His shoulders heaved as he thought about her and memories came back to kill him. He was left alone by the love of his life.

“Why did you do it, Elena?” He screamed into the empty room. He fisted the sheet and pulled it off the bed, messing up whatever was there. He kicked the table and the glass shattered. The curtains found their way on the floor and the room looked like a storm had been there. Aslan was screaming her name, destroying everything, just like his life was destroyed. He was nothing without her. Nothing.

He took a bottle from the bar, and let the brown liquid burn his throat. He knew he was not supposed to drink. His shoulder and chest hurt like shit, but the pain in his heart was far too great.

He sat down beside the bed and drank. Tears flowed down his eyes.

“I swear to you, Elena. The day I find you, I will bring you down on your knees and you will be begging me for my mercy.”