Mace gently placed me on the back seat of his car and covered me with a thick blanket, then he buckled up my seat belt. He has always been this thoughtful, probably the reason why I fell for him despite the fact that he’s my childhood best friend and also taken.
I heard him slid in the front seat, he whined up the car windows and heave a deep sigh before turning the ignition on. “Did my dad called you?” The cold was slowly easing off, though I still feel so hot inside of me. I could see him from the rear mirror, his teeth were clinched and his brow furrowed. I immediately regretted asking him that question because I knew what is to come next. “How could you just disappear without a trace Regina, that is very irresponsible of you.” I could tell he was trying his best to hold back from going all daddy on me. “And you’re lecturing me now? I was gone for just 24hours Mace!” The car gave a loud screeching noise before coming to a halt, my head almost bumped into the front seat if not for the seat belt. The fact that he did that on purpose made me mad. “What the fuck Mace!” I yelled. “No, what the fuck Regina, you were gone for a whole freaking month…we thought the worst happened to you, even the police…” “What..what did you just say?” I asked utterly dumbstruck. “Don’t act all memory lost with me.” He said with all seriousness. “Mace, You’re kidding right? Cause I can’t..I can’t remember.” I stuttered as I choked on my fresh tears. I could see Mace expression turned from cold and angry to surprised. “What do you mean you can’t remember?” I shook my head, I couldn’t find my voice. What happened to me in that mansion? Why was I there?why didn’t I remember anything! How was I gone for a whole month without a trace? Was I really kidnapped? I started freaking out and the only thing I could do was curled up on the car seat and cry. I heard the back door open, Mace had left the front seat then slide in beside me and pulled me into his arms. I felt my heart skipped for a split of a second, then comes the thumping sound of my heart that I could literally hear in my ears. His big arms wrapped around my tiny shoulders like a warm blanket, and for that moment everything else seemed not to matter anymore. The scent of his cologne that had always made me squirm from it attracting smell, a mixture of pine and mint filled me in, I can’t seem to remember when I stopped seeing him as just a special boy from my childhood, it had all change. That boy is now a man whose arms I yearn for when am cold, and my heart raced faster than flash when he’s near me. It was a hug that was meant to be innocent but to me it was deeper than that. My body voluntarily pressed against his, I couldn’t help but notice how manly and wide his chest had become. A flutter in my stomach with a mix of excitement and guilt knowing deep down that he was with someone else. Bile rise in my throat, Regina what do you think you’re doing? This was wrong, I felt like a thief. sadly I pulled away just enough to look into his eyes, and there it was, a glimpse of something in his gaze, an intensity I’ve never seen there before. Or was I seeing things? Yeah! I guess I was just seeing things, Reality check Regina May, Mason can never be yours. But even so, I wished for the time to stop, so I could savor the feeling of being this close to him. It was a fleeting moment but I couldn’t deny that I wished I could relive it a thousand time. Mace drove me to my house in silent, I was thankful he gave me some moment to cool off. The next twenty minutes I spent on my home couch, lucky for me dad was not home, Mace took to making me tea. “When did you get that caste on your feet?” Mace careful hand me a warm cup of tea while he took his seat beside me. “I’m worried about dad, how was he doing without me?” I asked ignoring his initial question as I curled up deeper into the couch. I wished the ground would just open and swallow me up never letting me out. All I’ve ever done was make dad worry, a single father who had to deal with a sick child. And that child disappeared without a trace for a month. I can only imagine what he’d gone through. “Man was broken, he lost weight Gina, I’ve never seen a man so dedicated towards his child like Mr Smith..got the police involved and put out a search party. I can only imagine how much it cost him Reg.” “Reg” that’s what dad calls me, I suddenly missed him so much. Now I know why I’ve been feeling so empty. “Is he..is he still working?” I asked swallowing a big lump in my throat. “I guess so…I’ve been here a couple of time, helped out with one or two things. I could tell he was dying inside. Even I couldn’t handle the thought of losing you forever, he kept on saying you would come back to him ,that you were alive but no one believed him, some thought he had lost it. Two weeks after, the police dropped the case without any explanation. We tried to get them to tell us why but none of them utter a sh*t ..it like they’ve been payed off or something. To this day your dad kept searching for you even when the police showed up with a restraining order….” “Hold on, what do you mean by restraining order?” I asked on my feet pacing around ignoring the pain in my knee. “That’s what I don’t understand Gina. Why would the police place a restraining order on man who is in search of his daughter?” My question was met with another question. “So I was kidnapped?” I asked trying hard to believe my speculation. “Not just that, we can’t tell the police about you yet till we are certain.” Mace concluded. All this was too much for me to handle, the face of that man in the mansion came rushing back to me. He doesn’t seem like a dangerous person? Why would such a person kidnap me? “Why can’t I remember anything.” I frustratedly flopped on a near by couch. “What if you were drugged?”“You’re beginning to scare me now Mace, why would he drug me?” I asked.Mace shrugged his shoulder, half as calm as I thought he will be.“I don’t know, how can someone wake up with no memory of a whole month, I mean it weirdly unbelievable if you ask me.” Well, his speculation might be true. I remember that man coming out of the bathroom with a towel around his neck, while I was just on this big jersey with only a black lacy pant which design I’ve never seen before.I felt too exhausted to start crying, my eyes were already swollen from tears. “We will figure this out together Gina.” Mace said in a calm soothing voice.I picked up my phone which I had carelessly thrown on the couch when I first entered.“You know Mace. Someone called my phone.” I said as I wonder who that was.“Your dad? Because your line was off.” Mace lazily enquired.“The caller, referred to me as Mr Quin.” “Wait, Mr Quin…Mr Quin? Like The Mr Quin? Or Mr Deshawn Quin?” He questioned unbelievably.“Wa
With shaky hands I pick up the phone and swipe on answer. “Hello Gina,” I hear his deep voice, God it was him, Deshawn or Mr Quin. I couldn’t hold myself and the phone fall off my trembling hands. “Hey, are you okay there? Hello, Hello,” I heard him repeatedly say. I swallow hard and clear my throat, taking in a deep breath, all the while he didn’t drop the call. “Hello.” I say in what sound like a timid whisper. “Are you okay, I saw as Mason carry you to his car, are you fine? Are you feeling any pain?” He ask, his voice lace with worries. Why is he worried about me and how did he know Mason? My head was blank and I had no idea what to say to him. “Uhmm please who is this?” Was all that came to me. To my bewilderment, I heard him chuckle a little. “It’s Deshawn, why did you run out with your hurt heels like that, do you want to get yourself killed.” “Get myself killed?” I question as I imagine different way he can possibly kill me. “I meant that on literal terms..
Before we knew it, Mace had a grip on Deshawn’s collar, hiding me behind his wide back, his eyes burning with anger. Deshawn, on the other hand, looked calm and collected, as if Mace were just some sort of nuisance. “Call the cops, Gina!” Mace thundered. “Mace, please calm down. He’s not what we think he is,” I pleaded, surprised at myself for taking the side of a complete stranger over my childhood best friend.“What do you mean, Gina?” Mace asked, confusion written all over his face. Shawn firmly removed Mace’s grip from his collar, then dusted it off as if there were invisible dust on it. With a gritty, cold smile, he stretched out one hand while the other was stuffed into his pocket.“Quin Deshawn, I believe you’re Mason, Regina’s childhood best friend.” Mace threw a surprised glance toward me, and I shrugged. Dude, even I don’t know how he knew everything about me either.Mason’s eyes traveled from my face to Deshawn’s outstretched hand. I could feel the heat emanating from him.
The loud, steady beeping in my head made me stir awake in my sleep. At first, I thought it was my alarm. I rolled to the left side of my bed. Do I really have to go to school? Can’t I just be a bed potato for a day, please? A blaring ring from a phone I thought was mine reached me, and I searched for it. I got you, I mumbled under my breath. “Hello, Mr. Quin.” A deep, husky voice reached my ears. “Who is this?” I jerked up from the bed, fully awake. “Mr. Quin, you called me.” Huh? In reflex, I looked at my screen, and the caller name was saved as “Mr. Smith The Hard Core.” I struggled to remember how I got the number and where. My attention was suddenly drawn to the long tube inserted in my hand. An IV drip? Did my crisis start again? And where’s this place? I know I’ve had a series of crises, and this wasn’t the first time I woke up with an IV drip in my hand, but I had never woken up in a different room with a loud beeping computer beside my bed. My dad would only invi
Before we knew it, Mace had a grip on Deshawn’s collar, hiding me behind his wide back, his eyes burning with anger. Deshawn, on the other hand, looked calm and collected, as if Mace were just some sort of nuisance. “Call the cops, Gina!” Mace thundered. “Mace, please calm down. He’s not what we think he is,” I pleaded, surprised at myself for taking the side of a complete stranger over my childhood best friend.“What do you mean, Gina?” Mace asked, confusion written all over his face. Shawn firmly removed Mace’s grip from his collar, then dusted it off as if there were invisible dust on it. With a gritty, cold smile, he stretched out one hand while the other was stuffed into his pocket.“Quin Deshawn, I believe you’re Mason, Regina’s childhood best friend.” Mace threw a surprised glance toward me, and I shrugged. Dude, even I don’t know how he knew everything about me either.Mason’s eyes traveled from my face to Deshawn’s outstretched hand. I could feel the heat emanating from him.
With shaky hands I pick up the phone and swipe on answer. “Hello Gina,” I hear his deep voice, God it was him, Deshawn or Mr Quin. I couldn’t hold myself and the phone fall off my trembling hands. “Hey, are you okay there? Hello, Hello,” I heard him repeatedly say. I swallow hard and clear my throat, taking in a deep breath, all the while he didn’t drop the call. “Hello.” I say in what sound like a timid whisper. “Are you okay, I saw as Mason carry you to his car, are you fine? Are you feeling any pain?” He ask, his voice lace with worries. Why is he worried about me and how did he know Mason? My head was blank and I had no idea what to say to him. “Uhmm please who is this?” Was all that came to me. To my bewilderment, I heard him chuckle a little. “It’s Deshawn, why did you run out with your hurt heels like that, do you want to get yourself killed.” “Get myself killed?” I question as I imagine different way he can possibly kill me. “I meant that on literal terms..
“You’re beginning to scare me now Mace, why would he drug me?” I asked.Mace shrugged his shoulder, half as calm as I thought he will be.“I don’t know, how can someone wake up with no memory of a whole month, I mean it weirdly unbelievable if you ask me.” Well, his speculation might be true. I remember that man coming out of the bathroom with a towel around his neck, while I was just on this big jersey with only a black lacy pant which design I’ve never seen before.I felt too exhausted to start crying, my eyes were already swollen from tears. “We will figure this out together Gina.” Mace said in a calm soothing voice.I picked up my phone which I had carelessly thrown on the couch when I first entered.“You know Mace. Someone called my phone.” I said as I wonder who that was.“Your dad? Because your line was off.” Mace lazily enquired.“The caller, referred to me as Mr Quin.” “Wait, Mr Quin…Mr Quin? Like The Mr Quin? Or Mr Deshawn Quin?” He questioned unbelievably.“Wa
Mace gently placed me on the back seat of his car and covered me with a thick blanket, then he buckled up my seat belt. He has always been this thoughtful, probably the reason why I fell for him despite the fact that he’s my childhood best friend and also taken.I heard him slid in the front seat, he whined up the car windows and heave a deep sigh before turning the ignition on. “Did my dad called you?” The cold was slowly easing off, though I still feel so hot inside of me.I could see him from the rear mirror, his teeth were clinched and his brow furrowed. I immediately regretted asking him that question because I knew what is to come next. “How could you just disappear without a trace Regina, that is very irresponsible of you.” I could tell he was trying his best to hold back from going all daddy on me.“And you’re lecturing me now? I was gone for just 24hours Mace!” The car gave a loud screeching noise before coming to a halt, my head almost bumped into the front seat if no
The loud, steady beeping in my head made me stir awake in my sleep. At first, I thought it was my alarm. I rolled to the left side of my bed. Do I really have to go to school? Can’t I just be a bed potato for a day, please? A blaring ring from a phone I thought was mine reached me, and I searched for it. I got you, I mumbled under my breath. “Hello, Mr. Quin.” A deep, husky voice reached my ears. “Who is this?” I jerked up from the bed, fully awake. “Mr. Quin, you called me.” Huh? In reflex, I looked at my screen, and the caller name was saved as “Mr. Smith The Hard Core.” I struggled to remember how I got the number and where. My attention was suddenly drawn to the long tube inserted in my hand. An IV drip? Did my crisis start again? And where’s this place? I know I’ve had a series of crises, and this wasn’t the first time I woke up with an IV drip in my hand, but I had never woken up in a different room with a loud beeping computer beside my bed. My dad would only invi