With My Last Breath(Rewriting)

Chapter 19

   I want to dedicate this to sassysmartgurl93. She made me an awesome book cover that I absolutely love. Thank you so much sassy. You rock!

   Pulling into my driveway, a black hummer with tinted windows and a smiling George were waiting for me. For those of you who don't know George, he is Jake's trusted butler. Jake literally trusts George with his life. All though I do have to admit I couldn't take him serious while he was standing next to the hummer in his butler uniform.

Staring at the hummer I couldn't help but wonder why Jake didn't just send George in an old pickup truck. Ever since the break in and the last little note that our culprit left, Jake does everything in his power to keep me safe. Even on the ride home he had someone tailing me. At first it scared me, but now it doesn't bother me. I actually kind of like it.

Letting out a small laugh I put the car in park, turn off the engine and get out. As I approach George I think to myself that he would look out of place in street clothes.

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting to long," I say looking up into his dark blue eyes.

Shaking his head he chuckles and replies back,"No miss. I actually just arrived. Would you like me to accompany you to the door?"

"No, but thank you. I just need to grab a couple of things and I will be right out."

He nods, as I turn and head for the door. Standing by the front door, my stomach clenches as memories of the break in resurface. A giant chill runs down my spine, as I slide the key into the lock and slowly turn it to the right. The door creaks open slowly, as my heart starts to race. This is the first time I have been here alone since the incident.

Stepping inside, the silence is palpable. Taking a deep breath, I pick up the mail and shuffle through it. Nothing, but bills and junk. I throw it on the kitchen counter and head to my room to figure out what to wear. I slid open the closet door and scan over what I have.

Being that it was a suprise, I really had no clue how to dress. Is it only going to be the two of us or is there going to be company? If so should I wear something that grabs attention or something casual? Looking out the window I see the hummer. Remembering that George is patiently waiting, I decide on a white gypsy skirt and a black tank top that comes up to my bellybutton. I have been working on my tan and figured to show it off.

I run to the bathroom, trying to decide what to do with this mess of hair. Taking down my ponytail I grab my brush and get out all the knots. Not having time to straighten it, I open the cabinet door and grab my white lily. Placing it where I want I head back into my bedroom. I  quickly slip on my black sandals and start to head to the living room when something sparkly on my desk catches my attention.

Turning my gaze to the item sitting there, I gasp in horror. A beautiful hand crafted cedar jewelry box with a diamond ring attached to a note. My heart catches in my throat, as I stare at it not moving. My lungs feel like they are going to explode and then I remember that I have to breathe. Taking a long deep breath I slowly creep over to the amazing box.

On the note in big letters reads: To my dearest Andi. It is the same handwriting as the note that was left on my car. I carefully take the note off and unfold it. I can only imagine what it's contents are.  

OPEN THE BOX!

Setting down the note my conscience and I battle. Conscience: Don't do it. It could be a bomb or worse.

Me: I have to see what it is. What if it is a picture of the culprit?

Conscience: Who would be that dumb? I'm telling you not to open it.