SEEKING FOR YOU
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CHAPTER 9
SEEKING FOR YOU
GRACIAS’S POV
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His face turned blank as he grabbed my hand. I pushed the paper into his hand.
“He gave this to me” I said looking at his tensed face.
He never showed an expression but his jaw tightened, his fist clenching.
“Go on,” he said, watching me join my classmates.
I couldn't shake the intense feeling. Why does it seem he was protecting me?
His gaze, his face, his clinched fist. They appeared in my head.
Who was he and why was he protecting me?
He didn't let me see the picture. What kind of danger was I in?
He said it wasn't about my father. Then what was it about?
Who wants me? And why would he want to protect me?
For the first time I thought of calling my mother, maybe she knew something.
I dialed her number but she wasn't picking up.
I would have to go home during Christmas break.
Someone tapped my shoulder, “Hey!”
I looked up. It was Lucy.
“Lucy!!” I called and threw myself in her arms.
“Where did you go two days ago?” I asked.
She smiled, “To my landlady's house” she said.
“Did you see two men?” I pushed. She suddenly disappeared while her house was open.
“Yeah, they wanted to repair things in my house. The landlady ordered it”
She sat beside me.
I stared at her in confusion. She wasn't caught.
“They knew I was going to Lucy’s house” my thoughts ran wild.
It must have been Jude.
My breath hitched.
If it were him, why did he take the bullet for me?
It didn't make sense. He was protecting me. How could he harm me?
Why won't he harm me?
I felt the insecurity but what was I dealing with?
Why now? I have only a year to finish up my degree.
I didn't want interference. I can't find any background information of what was happening. What A002 means.
I didn't know how many hours I stayed in that position thinking.
The class was over. I had to rush home.
I have been in Meche for 2 years, everything is new. Or pre-planned? By who?
My mother never said anything about my father and I never asked.
I couldn't avoid the question of his connection to this new life.
I grabbed my bag and pushed through the crowd. “Gracias!” Lucy called, but it wasn't time to catch up.
It was time to seek answers.
Pushing through the crowd, I saw him. The masked guy.
Ahead of the road. I ran towards him but he pulled down his cap and walked fast up.
Someone grabbed my hand, I looked up to meet Jude's scorching eyes.
His eyes were darker than they were in the morning. I glance back to the distance.
The masked man had disappeared.
His grip on my wrist tightened. He dragged me to a bike.
“Get on it,” he voice came, calm but clearly pissed.
Wasn't he the one to drive? Why would I go first?
“Get on” he yelled. Thin line creasing his handsome face.
He grabbed my hand forcing me onto the bike.
People were starting to gather and didn't want drama.
Slowly I climbed onto the bike. He joined me.
He took a deep breath.
He drove us back to the apartment and no words were said.
The bike stopped and he went down. He grabbed my wrist and I almost fell from the bike. He caught me.
He pushed me to the wall the moment the door closed up.
“Where were you going?” he asked, his voice cold.
He was clearly offended.
Why was he so concerned for my safety?
“Why are you protecting me?” My voice came out calm but questioning.
He stared down at my face. His hand tracing my cheeks.
Then he grabbed my neck, choking me.
“Who said I am protecting you?” he voce cold but poisonous.
I struggled with my breath. His hold was tightening.
I tapped his hands but they couldn't move.
His gaze locked on mine.
“Then leave my house?” I said between tears.
He scoffed, his jaw dropping.
“You want me gone?” I asked. Was it despair or returned question?
He fell onto the couch. His face down, his hand rubbing his head.
Distressed?
Why wouldn't he be? He spent everyday scheming and killing.
“Leave my house” I pushed on.
He glared up. His eyes red with anger.
Gently he stood up.
“Let's get this over with” he dragged me into his arms and carried me to the room.
He threw me to the bed.
Then he opened the wardrobe, there was a chain there.
Gently he picked it up. His gaze fixed on my own bed.
What is this madman doing? And why are there chains in my room?
I hurried up from the bed and dashed to the door. Before I could take another step, he caught me.
He dragged me into his body. I fell into his chest hard.
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