Step too far.

His Mission   Merry Christmas, you filthy animals!

There's no way it's true. . . It can't be true.I grab the little white stick before rushing for the bathroom door, flinging it open. Ivory is stood on the other side, her eyes wide as she takes in my terrified expression. She doesn't have to ask me the question because my face already gives her the answer.

His Mission   I've got g**d news and bad news.

Tense moments pass but eventually Ivory squeals and drops the test onto the floor. She begins jumping round from foot to foot in excitement."I'm not pregnant!" She yells out loud, fist pumping the air. My eyes widen and I grab hold of her before placing my hand over her mouth.

His Mission   Baby, it's cold outside.

"What are you doing?" I frown at Ivory as she grabs me, pulling me into the bathroom before shutting the door. Her eyes are wide with panic and covered in a glossy sheen."Hey, what's wrong?" I ask concerned, my heart thumping wildly in my chest. She looks so shaken up, tears brimming her eyes.

His Mission   Christmas Eve karma.

It's 6am on Christmas Eve.I am way too excited. I've been tossing and turning for hours knowing that Christmas is only a day away. I adored Christmas when I was younger, my father made it so special. We would wake at the crack of dawn, open presents and he'd make little breakfast pies with our initials on them just for Christmas morning. I remember my little heart squeezing tightly with excitement when the cookies had disappe

His Mission   Moving on.

"Who's this T?" I yell over the music, grinning at him. He waltz over to me, his arm swung over a pretty brunette. He glances down at her, smiling before his eyes meet mine."Emily this is Jane, Jane meet Emily."I grin at him and Jane before holding my arms out, signalling Jane for a hug. She i

His Mission   Freedom.

Tobias' POV -"Emily! It's okay!" I yell, reassuring her. I walk up to her, prying her arms away from her face so she can look straight into my eyes."It's okay," I repeat and she looks around, he

His Mission   Life must go on.

My head vibrates and I groan, my eyes twitching in the morning sun.

His Mission   Roof over my head.

I watch as his old sports car chugs to a halt in front of me and he

His Mission   Breaking apart.

His Mission   Tragedy strikes twice.