"So, are you Alex's girlfriend now?"

I pause and look at the four-year-old that's way too smart for her age. "Uhm, yeah, so it seems," I say, my cheeks warming up. Amelia really has a strange power to make me blush so easily.

Amelia grins. "Cool. Are you going to live in his room?"

I almost choke.

Rosanna looks at me with knowing smile and mischief in her eyes. She already told me that she loves seeing Alexander and me together - literally.

I give Rosanna a glare and I see her hiding a laugh behind her hand. "I don't know. I still have my own room," I tell Amelia. Even though I never sleep in it anymore.

"Are you going to stay here? Forever?" Amelia asks with a plea in her eyes.

I straighten my mouth. "No, I'm still leaving in a little more than three months," I tell her. I see how she turns sad.

Rosalyn, Alfred and I haven't addressed this matter properly, but my deal with them was for a year only, nothing more. Besides, my home is back in France and I can't just stay here as long as I want to. Even though there's not a part of me that wants to leave Great Britain, I have to go back. For myself.

I know I grew much stronger. And I know I can deal with things that a year ago seemed impossible to deal with.

"But I don't want you to go," Amelia suddenly says, her mouth trembling. She comes to me and wraps her tiny arms around my legs.

I pick her up in my arms and wipe the tear that's fallen from her eye. "Who's going to play with me?" she wonders with apparent sadness.

My stomach clenches and I feel tears prickling my eyes. Oh, no. I'm going to start crying.

"Your mum. Your dad. Alexander. Rosanna. Sam ... all of them will play with you," I try to reassure here, anything not to see her cry.

Amelia shakes her head, her curls bouncing on her head. "It won't be the same," she mumbles, her big, blue eyes staring right at me.

I love this kid. And I'm going to miss her so much. I'm going to miss everyone and everything here. I met so many great people and saw many great places. And it's coming to an end all too soon. I barely started to live fully, got together with Alexander and now I'll have to leave him just as fast.

It's too soon. I feel like I didn't have enough time. Especially with Alexander. I'm going to miss him the most of everyone. And I know our farewell will be hard, especially for me.

I started to depend on him and trust him so much, with everything. I love him. And in three months, we will be thousands of miles apart.

I'll cherish this time with him in my heart, healing the broken pieces of my heart with the memories we create, and I know I'll have a great story to tell my grandkids.

If I ever find someone who can compare to Alexander so I can open up to him and trust him the way I do with Alexander.

But I know no one will come even close to him. Because he's the one. The best thing that's happened to me.

"You'll get a sister or a brother to keep you busy. You won't even remember me in a few months maybe!" I joke and ruffle her hair.

Amelia doesn't look so sure of my words. She keeps hugging me for long moments, having her arms wrapped around me.

"Are we going to play with Barbies?" I ask her, rubbing her back, and trying to get her attention elsewhere.

"Yeah," she mumbles back and lifts her head from my shoulders. I put her down and she goes to the living room, me going after her.

Alfred comes from his cabinet sometime later, finally done with the work he brought home to do. And he finally can give his daughter the attention she craves.

I get a text from Sam.

I frown down at my phone. I didn't even know he went anywhere. I form a reply to Sam.

I already have a good feeling where he went, but I just want to make sure.

I'm mad. I'm really mad. I know he said he doesn't want me there because of the people who hang out at that place, but he didn't have to go there without even saying anything.

This is not how to deal with things in a relationship.

Sam's reply comes in seconds.

I shake my head down at my phone, my lips curling up.

Our first fight since our relationship started? Probably.

I'm not mad that he went. I'm mad that he didn't say anything to me. I would like to know where he is, just in case anything happens. He doesn't want me there? Fine. Understandable. But he doesn't have to go behind my back.

I ask Alfred if I can go out with Sam and he's actually thrilled about it.

30 minutes is enough for me to get ready and calm myself a bit. Now I'm starting to wonder if there was a reason he went there tonight and didn't tell me.

My jealousy is on a high level at this rate, but hell, after seeing all these girls hanging on him yesterday, I had enough. And by that, I mean that I don't want to see them in his presence again.

When Sam comes, the first thing she says is, "You look pissed."

I give her a look. "That's because I am. But mostly I'm hurt," I say truthfully. Hurt that he didn't even bother telling me he was going. And I know he did it on purpose because he knew I was going to find out he wasn't at home.

Come on. We were sharing a bed every night. Did he think he could leave and I'll wait for him to come back with a smile on my face? Oh, boy.

Sam nods in silent understanding. "Come on. Let's show your man he can't play games with you."

The ride there is silent, basically because I'm not really up for a conversation. I keep thinking about what I'll say to him and what his reaction at seeing me will be.

I come up with a realisation that I don't care what he thinks. I have a right to be hurt about this. People can't tell me what can hurt and me and what can't, either.

I also realise that I'm not nervous about seeing him. I'm mad. Really mad.

I walk with fast steps to the scene. I know this path by now, it became very familiar to me. I walk faster than Sam.

But when I get there, I stop. Because I suddenly don't know what to do. I don't have a plan. Alexander doesn't even know I planned to come here tonight so he's most likely not expecting me here.

I look around, trying to spot him, but I don't see him anywhere.

"Hot stuff," comes a familiar voice from mt right.

I turn to look at Ripper, giving him a warm smile. "Hey, you. Have you seen Alexander by any chance?"

Ripper raises his eyebrows at me. "I thought you'd have a better idea where he is. But I saw you didn't come with him tonight. Does he know you're here?" he asks me kindly.

"That's the reason I'm looking for him - to inform him of my presence," I say with a fake smile.

I shiver a bit as the wind blows.

Ripper unexpectedly touches my arm, warming me up with his hand, most likely noticing my shiver. "Here, you look a bit cold. Since I couldn't give you my sweater the last time." He winks, stretching out his hand with his jacket.

I don't even have a chance to take it from his hand. Because he's suddenly thrown against the wall of a building behind him. I don't know what happened until I see Alexander come to him, lifting him up by his throat and pressing him against the wall.

"Keep your fucking hands to yourself, you motherfucker, if you don't want me to chop them off and send them to your mother for dinner!" Alexander's voice is loud and clear. People are starting to turn heads.

I see Ripper is struggling against Alexander's hold. I move instantly. "Alexander!" I yell out as loud as I can. "Let him go! What the hell is wrong with you?!" I'm now double-pissed. Twice as pissed as before. And I was pretty pissed then.

"Man, it was ... not ... like that ..." Ripper struggles to speak, trying to catch his breath.

"How the fuck was it then? Huh?" Alexander pushes him against the wall even more.

I step forward and physically try to move Alexander away from Ripper, pulling him back by his jacket. "Are you insane?" I grunt out as I keep tugging on his jacket and he doesn't move.

Snake appears, finally, pulling Alexander away with a struggle. Ripper falls against the wall like an empty bag, touching his throat and trying to catch his breath.

Alexander keeps looking at him with wild eyes. "I don't ever want to see you around my girl again!" he yells at him.

Sam grabs Alexander's shoulder. "Calm down, man," he says to him with a low voice.

"Don't tell me what to do. Why is she here?" Alexander nods in my direction.

Oh, thank you! Go and act like I am not standing in front of you now!

"She is here because her friend invited her to come here. You know, since her boyfriend apparently forgot to," I say sarcastically.

Snake's eyes widen in response as he looks at me.

Sam is suddenly standing by me, pulling me to her with her arm around my shoulders.

"I should've known. For fuck's sake," Alexander bellows in frustration. "You had no right to drive her here, Samantha." Alexander pierces her with his eyes.

Sam stands up straighter. "Really? What gives you the right of treating your girl like you're doing right now?" She raises her eyebrow.

Alexander keeps glaring at her. He comes to us, heading straight to Sam. I get a bit afraid for her. "There was a fucking reason I didn't want her here tonight, Sam!"

I hate that he doesn't give me any attention and I hate how he talks like I'm not standing right here. It hurts. And I hate it.

"You can take her home if you don't want her here. What the fuck, dude," Sam mutters in outrage and pure disbelief. I guess I'm not the only one who's surprised by Alexander's behaviour and words.

"I'm not going anywhere with you tonight," I put my foot down, staring at Alexander with my head raised up high.

He slowly moves his gaze to me and I see his eyes soften a bit. I don't let it fool me, though.

"Gabrielle ... Fuck, Ryder's here tonight," he says quietly, raking his hands through his hair.

I stand up straighter at his words and instinctively look around me. I also feel the big lump forming in my throat from the fear.

Ryder is here tonight. Oh, God.

"Race is going to start in a few minutes, Sin. You comin'?" One of the guys I think I've seen around here once or twice says to Alexander.

I see Alexander is conflicted between racing and staying here with me.

"I'll stay with her. And Snake will be with us," Sam tells him when she sees Alexander's expression.

Alexander comes to me then and forces me to step back, losing Sam's arm around me, and giving us some privacy. He puts his hand on my face. "Are you okay?" he asks gently.

I nod.

"Do you want to stay here?"

I nod again.

He sighs. "Are you mad at me?"

I nod again.

Alexander briefly closes his eyes. "Then I'm not going to race tonight."

"No, go. Ryder will be racing, too, I assume, so he won't be able to do anything to me. We'll talk later," I mumble sulkily. I refuse to give in to the temptation and touch him, even though my fingers are itching to.

I became used to touching him and it feels weird not doing it. Because I'm mad at him, I remind myself.

Alexander sighs again and caresses my cheek with his thumb. I see he's still deciding whether he wants to go or not.

He leans down then and places his soft kiss on mine for a chaste, swift kiss. "Wait for me here. We'll talk later."

With one last stroke of his thumb on my cheek, he turns around to leave. I watch his back, feeling the butterflies in my stomach.

Sam and I move forward to watch the race. I spot Ryder when a gunshot is heard and they all shoot forward. I know it's going to take some time for them to come back.

It feels like I'll have to wait for an eternity to have that talk with Alexander.

I'm starting to think I might have reacted too impulsively. Okay, he could still tell me he's going here and the reason he didn't want me to come. But I know he's trying and I know this is still new for him - as it is for me.

"It's going to be fine, pretty face. Alex can do weird things sometimes but he usually means well. He just shows it a bit differently." Sam squeezes my shoulder and I give her a grateful smile.

I see Ripper in the crowd. It seems like nothing happened to him before and he's already laughing and joking with others. Guys are really weird.

We hear the motorcycles coming towards us. They're back soon, I notice. I step up on my tiptoes to have a better look. Alexander and Ryder are driving forward. Very fast. And they're both in the line, Ryder desperately trying to go past Alexander.

Alexander doesn't let him, of course. I feel the anticipation and anxiety in the air. People are staring, yelling. I get nervous.

And then I see it. It happens so soon, so fast, like a flash, but it'll be a sight etched into my memory perfectly and forever.

Ryder gets too close to Alexander, he hits him in the side, and Alexander loses his balance. And he's suddenly not on the motorcycle anymore.

He's lying metres away from where he flew from it.

I freeze. Just like everyone else does. Or it just seems like it to me. Because at that moment, the world stopped moving for me.

"No. No, no. No!" I hear someone yell out in panic and shock and fear. It's my voice, but I almost don't recognise it.

I start running. I hit people which I didn't even see on my path. I only see him. Lying there in a pool of his own blood, not moving.

I keep running and realise it's me who has been screaming this whole time. "No," I sob loudly as I fall down on my knees when I come to him because my legs can't carry my weight. "Please, no," I whisper out in fear.

I can't get out any words.