From the tone of his voice, I knew that he felt sorry for me. I appreciated that but that didn’t help open this door!
“Luka! Open the door! Please! Please open the door…” I wailed while crying.
My whole body shook with the strength of my own sobs. My voice cracked and I found it hard to breathe; however, that didn’t keep me from beating my hands against the door. Luka didn’t respond but I knew that he was still standing there in front of the door.
“Luka…please…” I begged.
Luka just said that he’s not sure if Hayden can make it to see me tomorrow. Doesn’t that mean that he’s hurt badly? He’s going to be stuck in the hospital, right?
“I’ll let Hayden know that you wish to see him,” Luka said flatly.
“Wait! Luka! Luka!” I yelled loudly.
Luka didn’t reply again, and I knew that he was no longer on the other side of the door.
Although I knew that Luka had left, I continued to bang on the door as more tears streamed down my cheek. Why is this happening now of all times?!
After screaming my head off for the men in black to let met out of the door without any result, I resigned to my fate and headed for the sofa to gather myself.
I went through a lot of tissue to wipe my tears and blow my nose. It was getting challenging to breathe because I couldn’t stop crying. I sighed loudly and covered my eyes with my hands as I thought about how worried I was about Hayden. Luka said that the accident wasn’t serious, but I couldn’t be sure until I could see him with my own eyes. I’m was worried sick about him…
Laying down on the long sofa, I felt terrible for what I’ve done and hadn’t done. This is such a mess, if I knew that thing would turn out this way, I should have talked to Hayden properly yesterday. Why didn’t I do that? What was I thinking? This feeling that felt like a void inside my stomach is probably called regret.
It was one of the saddest things ever that I needed an accident to remind me and make me realize how I felt. I should have figured out my own feelings sooner. I bit my lower lip as I forced myself to stand up from the sofa. Knowing well now that I couldn’t go back to change the past, all I could do was act on securing a better future and that must start now.
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