Chapter 40: Chapter 40

Chapter thirty seven.

Zack's POV.

I open my eyes when the door to the room opens. The view in front of me is grand, an insight of the beautiful Los Angeles is before my lens.

It has been two months since the accident. I have heard nothing from James, or Mr. West. I don't know what happened to them.

The doctor explained. He said that they only found me, that they didn't know where the others went. I told the reporters that we were three, and I had to also let them in on the kind of relationship I share with the other occupants when they realized that I wasn't the only one in that vehicle.

They still didn't know where they went, what might have happened to them. Thank God for my brain still intact, I remember James mentioning a threat, maybe that was it. Or maybe it was meant to be another way, but then, they surprised us. Or maybe the person who gave James the heads-up is an trickster. Maybe it was all a plan to let us out, so they would crush us.

It worked. I was crushed. James was crushed and his uncle was as well, even though we don't know where they are. I don't know if they are dead, or alive. That scares me.

"Zack." Susan spells out loud, her voice raised. She must have been calling me since, but I zoned out.

"Do you know where he is?

"I'm sorry." This is what she's been telling me since the past one month, since I woke up. "The doctor said they'll perform the last test on you in an hour. He said you'll be fine, and that you'll be discharged soon." She explains, and pauses. "Do you want anything to eat?"

"No."

"You'll be able to walk again after this last treatment." She tries to make me happy, but I feel numb. My left leg got broken in the accident, and since then, I've been on a wheel. I'm someone that needs help to be able to move now. Though, it won't be forever, but what about the memories...

"O...okay." And she leaves.

***

I'm inside Susan's car. She's taking us home. In the past two months and a week, and two days, I'm finally able to come out of the hospital and hopefully, step into the house.

I can't find much to say to keep on the conversation, even though Susan wants me to. She keeps on talking and talking, and sometimes, I'd laugh at her jokes. She's not that good in them, but she's trying.

Getting home, I go straight to my room, and lie on the bed. Susan let me. She didn't argue on anything. I'm grateful that she's giving me my time. One thing that still pains me is that I don't know what happened to James. I don't know, and that angers me.

Just as I think that, something booms inside my head. I think I know what to do.

Quickly, I rush downstairs to see Susan at the dining, pressing her phone. She looks up at me, as she sees me smiling, shocked, her expression is at the moment.

"Can I take your car?"

"Oh...yeah?"

"I love you."

I hurry to the car, turn on the engine, and drive back to the town. All while the drive last, I don't feel tired or weak. I rely on the past memories that I have.

As soon as I get to the territorial sign, I stop the engine and run inside, getting to the cabin, I see that it's ruined. Everything has been crushed. I don't know what or rather, whom caused it. This is cruel.

I back away, and drop down, tears streaming down my eyes. I don't even know what to do at the moment. I thought I'd find something here, maybe a piece of evidence. For a second, I think of going to see Rebecca, maybe she can be of help, but how do I even let her know anything?

I don't know if James let her know about his real past, I don't, so it will be inappropriate of me to say.

My phone rings in my pocket, and I take it out. Without checking the screen, I pick it, and place it to my ears. A feminine voice speaks, "hello, Mr. Miles."

"Yes?" I try to remain steady, but I'm burning inside.

"Kaye Karen, speaking, please, do you remember the name?"

"My consultant from Black Script?"

Why is she calling me?

"Used to be. We need you in the company as soon as possible, Mr. Miles. Hoping to see you soon, sir." She says, and by judging her tone, she is smiling. After then, leaving me speechless, she cuts the call.

They need me in the company?

She used to be my consultant?

Who are they that needs me?

Oh, God. Another issue.

****

Three weeks later.

James is...I still haven't found the right word. He amazes, and amuses me. He is... wonderful. I can't believe he'd do this for me.

It seems like he disappeared from the face of the earth. Not even any of my staff knows anything about his whereabout. I am the new CEO of the Black Script, thanks to James.

I don't know how, or when he bought the company in my name. It used to be a fantasy, but now, I see it as a reality. My dreams were finally true, I became a published author at last.

I learnt that there are some people here who are also members of James' family's Mafia and yet, they too don't know anything about how he disappeared.

I am starting to feel fine, by the way, still thinking of James, but at the same time, living the kind of life he'd want me to live. He wouldn't want me to keep myself indoor, and allow time to pass by me.

Right after a click, subjecting the door to my office, opening, Kaye says. "Mr. Miles, you have an invitation." She is also a member of the Mafia, I just knew that weeks ago. And she's still my consultant by the way, because she helps me in managing the company. Without her help, I might have failed what James wanted me to pass.

"Okay, let me see." I tell her, and she enters to pass it to my hands.

I gesture for her to leave, and she did with a nod. Opening the card, I see an address in it, written inside a piece of cardboard. And behind it is another card. Oh. It's a picture.

I unfold it to see the pictures of the covers of the book James bought me from the library in town. Oh, my God.

Quickly, I type the address inside the search engine, and seeing it pop out a location, I hurry to my car.

I have one now, with a driver. I pass him my phone, and tells him, "this location."

"Okay, Mr. Miles." He says, and kicks on the engine.

As the drive goes on, I reel in the thought of what I might find. The books is something between only James and I. He bought me those books. Does it mean they are from him?

Thousands of words and questions fills my head, but I put them on hold on, until I get to the location, then I'll know whether they'll be settled or not. As I think this, I smile as I look out of the window.