The truth is somewhere there hidden in the mind.

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"Bye." Damien hastily put on his coat,giving me a kiss on the forehead.

He is getting up to work.

He has been staying at hospital every single night after accidebnt happened,making sure there were at least two guards at the door who only let Carla, Aby or Suzy in. My nurses and doctors are always searched when they enter. They follow me everywhere even when I leave for a stroll.I think he has taken this things too far. It is not necssarily but he wouldn't hear me.

My wound was healing very slowly, most days I couldn't even get out of bed.

Damien slept three nights in a row while Carla usually stayed at day time, making me porridge and mexican soups which I don't even know how to correctly pronounce. Suzy kept me company with her spare time left from her busy schedule. Aby has been managing the company,representing me so it was rare for me to see them.

We still haven't heard anything from the police. She was still missing. We gave been quite about her,quite to eachother. It just wasn't the same without her.

I gave the police my number disceretly, not informing Damien because I know we would disagree.Incase they had a new information about her.

I glared at the clean white ceiling as if it was responisble for my misfortune. On top of everything, my nightmares have intensified, as if it a memory from the past.

What am I saying?

It couldn't have been a memory.

I felt the sorness of my bullet wound when I laid on my side. I  shifted getting a little comfortable on the bed. The doctor said that I was lucky if the bullet was few centimeters to the left I would have lost my kidney.

Sighing, I laid on my back. The strands of my locks, falling on the pillow. I felt my vision blurr, my eyes creating their own pattern on the plain ceiling. My head was bombared with question I didn't have the answer to.

Why would they take lily? and the hooded man had said she had unfinished bussiness with him. The worst one is I can't recall where I have seen that cruel man sometimes in my dreams.I feel like it is him. I see him firing the gun over and over again and when I look down. I see a pool of blood pushing out of the holes he made on my chest.

The door was opened abrutly, and I was finally out of the haze. I looked to my side to see Carla walking in with a hug smile on her slightly wrinkled face.

I immediately replaced my grumpy expression with a happy one and grinned. I don't want her to worry about me.

" Morning." She smiled putting the warm food on the table near the large window.

She came over to the side of the bed a brushed my hair away from my face and gave me a warm smile.

"  Do you want me to take you out to the garden?"  She asked,knowing I probably hated staying in one room for over a week.

  I nodded, smiling with how she understood me so easily.

  The clear blue sky was deprived of the snowy cottons and my mood couldn't lift as I stare to the blue wall,just like any other day here at this place.

I look down at my num legs as I hear the cricking sound the wheelchair being pushed my nanny,dragging me out of the hall and in to the fresh garden. Getting a wiff of the beautiful flowers, I leaned against my wheelchair.

Sternly, the guards glowered at everyone who passed by my way or tried to make eye contact. I sighed. Damien has taken things too far.

I still can't stop thinking about lily. I blinked back the welling tear as her smile kept haunting my vision. I still don't regret what I did. I admit it wasn't the best decision. They still got her who knows where and I am stuck in this chair, unable to dk anything except worry and pray she was at least alive.

  " Let me through!" I heard someone yell, pushing me out of my train of thoughts.

My jaw dropped.

I was looking everywhere for him. He gritted his teeth as his angry hazel eyes kept strained on the bulky men.

I have been looking for him but he shows up here out of the blue.

  "Who is he?" Carla asked.

I still didn't tell her that Damien had a long lost brother who he hates since the recent events made that situitation smaller than my pinkie.

I didn't want to deal with her questions right now, so I gave her the next best answer.

" He is just a friend."

" It's okay. He is my friend. Let him go." I told them, raising my a higher.

" But-but Madam." I waved off, ordering them to let him go.

Glaring, He bumped his shoulder to one of them in the process. I smiled at his childish glares.

I smiled at his childish glares. He walked over and lean down to give a tight hug. Groaning, I tried not to show the pain that shot through my middle while I lifted a little to hug him back.

" I will be right back." Carla quietly said, probably noticing we needed to talk alone.

" Are you okay?" He asked,worry dripping from his tone.

" Yea. I will live. " I smiled." Where have you been styles?.I have been trying to contact you."

He sighed,guilty settling on his hazel eyes." I know the gallery manager told me you came a couple of times."

" So why didn't you contact me. Is it because of Damien?" I asked." I know that you are his brother."

He widened his eyes,gaping at what I just revealed.

"H-he told you?" He asked puzzled, ranning his hand through his slick locks.

I nodded with a small smile.

He sat on the bench infront of me,very slowly as if the bench will break. We stayed in an uncomfortable silence,him gazing down at the lawn as if it was the most interesting thing he had ever laid his eyes on.

" I like that new boy you drew with his red kite." I said,trying to start a converstation.

He looked up at me and smiled in response.

" Can I hear the story behind it?"I asked.

He nodded." Well there was uh....this boy on the beach one day. He was running around clutching on this red kite that was bigger than him. His dad was running after him. The father finally called his name and he was distructed, so he let go his kite. The boy cried be and begged his father to get it back for him." He smiled. " His father said 'son life is like that kite bigger than yourself and hard to keep,once you got distructed and let go. You might never get it back."

" Wow." I awed.

"You know you were that kite for me but I couldn't make you stay."

I gaped at him shocked." Styles I....."

"Save it-I know what you will say." He stood up. "I  just wanted to make sure you are okay and now that I have. I should be on my way."

" But....."

" It's okay. I mean who wouldn't choose my perfect brother over me?"

With that final statement. He stormed out, without a sparing glance at me.

Damien's POV

I glared at every single one of them. I looked from the Daniel to Scott. My most trusted men. The dark warehouse hid their expression,but I could tell by the way they were gazing down that they still haven't found lily. I have been trying to find her for a week and no one else has seen or heard of her. There was no servilance video. Nothing. I sighed. I am starting to get irriated. My phone rang pushing me out of my train of thoughts.

"Speak." I commanded.

"Sir some man came and talked to Madam Amelia."

"What man?"I growled. "Is she okay?"

"Yes sir. They just talked for a few minutes and he left. She called him Styles."

I clenched my hand.

What the hell is doing there?

" Don't let anyone in besides Carla and her friends."

"But Madam Amelia herself requested for us to let him go."

"Just do as I say." I sighed.

" Alright" He hung up.

I returned my attention back to my men. I stared at all of them until it stopped on a younger looking man. He was darkhaired and blue eyed,lean.

"You what is your name?"I asked.

"Me....?" He pointed his finger to his shirt as if he couldn't believe I was talking to him.

" Yes is there anyone besides you to the direction I am pointing at."

He shook his head and answered."M-my n-name is Ethan."

" Hhm....You are in charge of finding lily mackenize. Find her and the next right hand man postion is yours."

" It will be an honour sir."

Now You might surpirsed why I chose the weakest of them all but boys like him will do just about anything to gain the trust of their bosses. He will find that girl no matter what happens because he wants what I am offering. I dismissed my men,driving back to the hospital.

I opened the door. She looked like she was sleeping peacefully but as I went closer. I saw her brows frow and contract. I tiptoed my over to the bed side. I sat beside her and brushed the strands of her long hair away from her forehead.  The sweat was soaking her head as she exhaling and inhaling rapidly.

Is she having a bad dream?

I held her shaking hands trying to calm her down but she suddenly screamed the name I wouldn't have expected in my wildest dreams.

"William, Please don't hurt me!"

Why would she call his name?

She opened her tired eyes and sighed in relief when she saw me sitting beside her.

" Damien." She breathed and clutched on to my shirt.

"Hhm" I mummbled,and squeezed her tense shoulders.

" I had a bad dream but it felt so real like he was actually chasing me in the woods."

" Who is chasing you?" I asked.

" I don't remember his name." She took a deep breath.

"You don't remember calling someone's name?" She baried her head on the crook of my neck.

" No-Why?" She looked up.

" Nothing. I was just asking if you remember."

I could hear her loud heartbeat fastening as she held my shirt. She said his name. I sighed and hugged her back.

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