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Missing You Does Hurt

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Missing You Does Hurt

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Cordelia Bane.

A day later and I'm finally being discharged from the hospital, I couldn't sleep or eat, all I can do is cry and think of Guy.

When Adam gave me the file I didn't have the heart to read it yet. My parents stayed both at my side as we head for the entrance but I gasped noticing all of the reporters and news station vans parked outside.

"What's going on?" I stopped in my tracks.

Looking at my parents.

"We'll explain later honey, Come on," Dad told

I didn't want this attention, not now I'm broken and hurt enough as it is. these people are heightening my nerves. We reached outside and everyone went into a frenzy when they saw me! and they gathered in a huge crowd, swarming all around.

I gulped as we have trouble walking forward

"Miss Bane!! Where did your captor keep you?"

"Are you two in love?"

"Is it true he would starve and beat you?"

All of the questions were thrown around and they kept coming, Mics and recorders being shoved in my face, my dad did his best to push them away.

I hugged myself keeping my head down needing to get away from here.

Finally approaching the van, I quickly get in as people started chasing after me so they could get a statement.

When the door shut, I am met with silence. Taking a deep breath, I held in my tears staring out the window as the car began moving and away from this chaos.

I felt empty for some reason, I felt lost but I am where I should be, with my family, friends back to my life where I was taken away from.

I frowned as the tears betrayed me, they dripped down my rosy cheeks and hid my face with my two hands.

"Cordelia? sweetie?" My mom asked in concern

I sniffed wiping my tears "I'm fine mom" I assured

The truth is... I wasn't

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Another day passed, I lay inside my old bedroom at my parent's house. Everything has been a blur,

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