VARELA

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 11

VARELA'S POV

~1 hour later~

He found me, and when he did he didn't let me go. No matter how hard I struggled and fought he didn't let me go. 

"Let me go Michael! I need to find my mother, not waste time being kidnapped by you." I scolded but he only laughed, laughed a scary laugh.

"I saw the house blow up, I saw fire and dead bodies. And I didn't see you." He explained as he looked over at me while seating behind he's desk.

"You must have a clue what was running in my mind when the girl who helped me didn't come out." I saw pain in he's eyes but he soon masked it as he looked back at me.

"I thought you were dead." He gritted out as he's knuckles started to turn white from fisting them for so long, only to bang he's fists on the desk from anger.

"Do you know what was running through my head! I thought you were dead for f***s sake!" I only flinched as he wiped he's desk clean making a loud noise as all he's stuff fell on the ground.

I hated loud noises, they always made me feel uneasy.

"I thought you died." He whispered as he stood in front of he's desk, leaning on it.

"I had to, I needed to find my mother, Michael." I replied as I looked up at him only for him to sigh and push he's hair back.

"You had to." He repeated my words as a scary smile played on he's lips.

He then walked behind he's desk, opening one of he's draws as he grabbed a file and tossed it on the desk in front of me.

I hesitantly grabbed it and opened it up. 

My throat felt like there was a big lump sitting there, my eyes stung, I felt a feeling I haven't felt before.

"You're lying." I snapped as I threw the file back in he's face. "You're a liar!" I yelled as tears left me freely.

"She's dead." He said coldly as he looked at me. "She's been dead for nearly 2 decades, Varela." 

I stumbled back as I fell to my knees,  hugging myself tightly. I felt pained and hurt, this couldn't be true! he was lying, that's it!

I sobbed out in pain as I couldn't control this unfamiliar feeling in me. It hurt like a b***h.

I was so drowned out in my pain that I didn't notice when Michael carried me out of the room and into a bedroom. Although it didn't look like he's, from how formal it was. 

He put me on the bed as he rubbed my back, while I was still in he's arms.

"You're going to be okay, love. I won't leave you." He said softly as my eyes started to feel heavy from crying. 

All I could hear was he's soothing voice and him rubbing my back until I fell asleep in he's arms.

But even that didn't distract me from the truth of my mother.

She was really dead.