His Mission (HIS SERIES Book 1) SAKINA HUSSAIN (short novels in english .TXT) 📖

his words, my eyes roll to the back of my head and finally the invisible fist squeezing my lungs finally lets go.

My eyes flicker open and I automatically bring my hand up to shield them from the bright sun that's streaming through the window. The light bounces off the wall, directed straight at me.

Why must you be so bright Mother Nature?

My head throbs painfully and I tried lifting it, groaning louder from the sudden pain it was causing me.

"Damn," I croak out but immediately regret it, feeling the sharp sting hit my throat. I felt like I had been hit by a truck.

I inhale deeply, the memories of my panic attack coming back to me. It felt so damn good to be able to breath again.

I reach over Jake's bedside table, glad to stretch my arm and lift the glass of water that was left there. The liquid feels amazing and I gulp it down, my body craving the hydration. I set the glass back down and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand before pulling the cover's away from my body. Bright pink unicorn covered pyjama's stare back at me and I frown further.

Who changed my clothes?

I climb out of bed, stretching my legs as I do so. Jake's room is clean beside from the unmade bed I'm lying in. His weights are neatly stacked in the corner of the room beside his punching bag. I take a few steps away from the bed and stumble a little, feeling foreign on my feet.

How long was I out for?

I run a hand through my hair and grimace at the feel of it, it feels weighed down and in desperate need of a wash. I walk to the edge of the window and glance outside, it looks early morning, maybe three or four am. Small particles of frost clings to the bare tree's signalling winter was arriving.

I’ve slept for 20 hours. Crazy.

If I slept in Jake's bed, where did Jake sleep?

I don't remember him getting into bed with me, the way my body reacted when he was around, my hormones would be screaming if he'd gotten within a few feet of me.

I shudder a little, feeling the cold air cause goosebumps to erupt down my bare arms. I walk over to Jake's door and grab one of his hoody's, pulling it over my head. The material is soft and warm, full of his scent. My body visibly relaxes and heats up slightly, glad for the warmth. I definitely have a thing for wearing Jake's clothes.

I turn the door handle slowly, careful not to make any noise. Tt seemed way too early to wake anyone up. The corridor outside of Jake's bedroom door is dark, only a little sunlight streaming in through the small window at the end. I shut the door behind me and step onto the soft carpet, my feet sinking into it. Everything is quiet and the house feels colder than usual. I begin to make my way downstairs making sure to walk lightly so I don't cause the floors to creak. I've became an expert at acting invisible living with Trevor and Mum for so many years.

I tiptoe down the stairs, past a snoring dog and open the living room door causing it to creak slowly. It's dark inside, the curtains drawn to block out the outside world. The shadows of the furniture clung to the floors and walls, giving the room a slight eerie feel. I step inside an shut the door behind me. There's a shadowy figure on the far couch dressed in dark clothes. I stand closer, holding my breath careful not to wake him.

Is it Jake or Tobias?

He stirs in his sleep and turns over, opening one eye slowly. I stand back, feeling out of place now knowing it was Tobias. His face appears tired, drawn in and there's fresh cut next to the side of his eye.

"You're awake," he mutters, his voice laced with sleep.

I nod slowly, swallowing the lump in my throat.

"Your eye, what happened?" I ask, pointing at his face before letting my arm drop back down to my side. He sits up straight and groans before touching the cut with his right hand. The cut was covered with a line of dark blood that had dried up, staining his skin.

He chuckles quietly, noticing me staring before speaking again —

"Your boyfriend is making it a habit to hit me in the face... It doesn't phase me though, cuts and bruises are how I pull all the girls," he replies bitterly, making a joke from the situation.

He grabs a pillow from the couch before chucking it behind his head. His shirt rides up from the action, revealing his toned muscular stomach. I avert my gaze and look at his face instead —

"Jake hit you, why?" I ask, confused. I wait for Tobias to elaborate, shuffling awkwardly in front of him. He raises his eyebrow at my actions and sighs heavily, causing a few strands of his hair to blow backwards.

"You can sit down Emily, I don't bite."

I swallow again and nod, realising how much of an idiot I must look stood in front of him, shuffling awkwardly. I take a seat in the big armchair opposite him. immediately relaxing back onto the soft cushions.

"He thought I had done something to you," Tobias finally says and I snap my head towards him, creasing my eyebrows in confusion.

"Like what?" I frown instantly.

Tobias sighs again, seeming annoyed at having to explain himself further.

"You were having a panic attack and Jake came in, to save the day as usual. He saw you on the floor blacked out and thought I had done something to you. Before I know it, he throws a fist to the side of my face," he says bitterly, grinding