Lost in You novel Chapter 20

"James, I miss you too." I cover the phone's microphone and whisper.

I want to say this. It ’s hard to bear this in my heart, like blocking something, nothing can be relieved, but I can’t let him hear it, I can only comfort myself secretly like this.

"What the hell are you doing!" There is a sudden loud noise outside the door, and then there is a knock on the door.

"Damn! Open the door!"

It's Neil! He is back.

I panicked and say, "I have to go!"

"What happens to you over there?"

On the other end of the phone is James's worried voice, and I pretend that I couldn't hang up the phone.

I quickly tidy up to open the door, outside the door is Neil's drunk face.

"What are you doing in the room? What are you doing?" The alcohol on his body is so smelly that I couldn't bear it and cover my nose.

The living room doesn't turn on the lights, it is dark, and I open the door as if it is a cannibalism. Neil blocks here, blocking my way.

I push him, "What the hell are you dong in the middle of the night!"

Neil leans in front of the door and looks around, and finds that there is no one in the room.

"Bitch, are you calling you lover behind me?" Neil's rounded eyes are red, looking crazily at me.

I shout inexorably, "Yes! I'm just calling my lover! He says he misses me! He likes me! I miss him too! Are you are satisfied!"

I look at him without fear. I want to do this many times before. When these words roared out, I am so happy. I am extremely happy!

"I'll kill you! Damn it! Son of bitch" Neil successfully is angered by me and begins to punch and kick me.

He grabs my hair and slams me against the wall, every sound of throbbing sound makes my heart beat.

It hurts so much. I curl up on the ground. Every inch of my bones seem to be broken I could only sob.

The cell phone rings suddenly in the room, and I look at it as if I see hope.

Who will it be. Who can save me?

I glance at Neil, who is still lying on the sofa and sleeping, for a moment I wish him to sleep like this, and it would be better not to wake up forever, this is a vicious idea.

My cell phone is ringing in the room.

It's James.

The tears I held back at this moment finally open floodgate.

Why don't I meet you earlier, met at a time when we could love each other, and then fall in love vigorously.

I hold my phone and look at the name on the screen. I never have the courage to connect the phone. I am a cowardly person. I couldn't say clearly about this kind of thing.

Until the ringtone stops, I am relieved and faintly disappointed.

A moment later, the ringtone rings again, and this time I answer it without thinking.

"I'm downstairs in your house." James's anxious voice is on the phone, "Are you all right? Come down and see me."

It is James, and he comes like the god of heaven.