He Wants Her Back: The Billionaire’s Leading Lady

Lily

mum’s grasped and tucked it into her pocket, then she turned to me.

“You should get cleaned up, I’ll tuck her in.” She whispered. “Go on.” She added when I hadn’t moved.

I managed a nod before I left the room and went to the kitchen.

I picked up a chipped mug from the dish rack and filled it with water at the sink.

Then I took an empty seat and rocked back and forth with the glass in my hand.

I stayed like that till Samantha came to join me.

“Here” she said, handing me a tissue.

She h

I used it to wipe my eyes and blow my nose. She handed me another, I used to wrap up the first tissue.

Then she sighed and knelt in front of me with the kleenex box.

She grabbed my left hand and bent it till I could see the gash that ran from the bottom of my pinky, down the rest of my palm. Blood had trickled down my forearm already.

“How often had this happened?” I asked shakily as she wiped my hand.

She shrugged. “The violence, not very often thank God, but she talks about your father a lot. I’m guessing

that’s what started her fit?”

“Yeah him.” This was all his doing. I flinched when she swiped across my wound.

“The home you talked about..can we make arrangements to move her in a day or two?”

“I’ll talk to them for you. If not then I can find another that will work in that time.”

She gave me a supportive smile.

I stayed till past nine before Sam decided I needed to get rest myself. Exhausted I took the train home. Lily had still not returned.

way!

As I made my way to the park we were filming in, I dialed my sister again.

it nave

I wanted to talk to her about the move AND why she wasn’t home early. I just up and decided. to call Sam when she answered the phone.

“Finally!” I exclaimed when I heard her sleepy voice through the cell. “Where were you?”

I could already see the crew bustling around so I stopped under a tree to continue my call.

“Uhh sleeping, obviously. It’s six in the morning.”

“No, it’s eight, which means your late for school.”This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

I heard her move, followed by the sound of shifting curtains.

“Right, but I’m in senior year, it doesn’t matter if I’m late. What’s up?”

“What’s up, is that you were out till past ten last night, where the hell were you?”