Trust Me

Chapter 8

Trust me Chapter 8

“You want to come here?” Emma asked, again.

“Yes, I know it’s a last minute thing but I really need to get away.” I told her, am I really leaving New York? I keep repeating this in my head, I honestly felt like I was in a dream, watching another girl go after someone who hurt her brother, I would have never thought that girl was me.

“No, it’s fine. Are you flying in?”

“No, I’m taking a train.” I replied, I placed my cell phone in-between my neck and shoulder and began to search for my sunglasses.

“Okay, do you know what time you will be coming in?” Emma asked, I could hear her rummaging in the background.

“No, but I will call you ten minutes before I get in Washington.” I reinsured her.

“Okay,” She gave out a sigh, “ I will see you then.”

“Emma, I really, really appreciate this.” And I truly meant it. Being with her meant being with family but not my mother or father, being with someone that the press couldn’t care less about, actually being able to be me. Not acting like America’s most mature young girl for her age, not pretending to be someone I’m not.

“Anytime cousin.” Emma said goodbye, I shut off my phone and watched outside my window, watching the people happy to be in there own world, had memories that would make them laugh or cry, being in there private world; when I could give up so much to be out of mine.

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“Can I get you anything else?” She asked again.

“I’m alright.” I flashed another fake smile to the worker on the train that came up to me every ten minutes asking me if I wanted anything. I’ve been sitting on this train for hours and I’ve never felt better. It was easy to distract myself, the view when the train would pass, music and movies. A few people recognized me, I guess my disguise didn’t work as I planned. I wore a huge pair of sunglasses and threw my hair back in a bun, I’m wearing an old pair of sweat pants and a sweater. The people who knew who I was said they were sorry for my loss, I thanked them and tried to smile put I just ended up wiping away tears.

I don’t know if what I’m doing is right, I don’t know if leaving my family behind when they needed me the most is the right thing to do. But I know I need to help with Nick’s death, I need answers, I want to be apart of it, I want Nick to know I didn’t give up. If I try and fail; it will be alright because I tried and that is the best I could do.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we will be arriving in Washington in twenty minutes.” A worker announced.

“Do you need anything?” She came up again, I bit my tongue from saying things I shouldn’t, I did another smile.

“What’s your name?” I asked politely.

The worker smiled back, “ Anne.”

“Anne, if I need anything I will let you know.” I gave her the same fake smile as before, I told her this calmly. She smiled back at me and left. I snapped my attention back to the window, I watched the trees blaze past us as the train went by, I pulled my cell phone out and dialled Emma’s phone again. I let her know that I will be arriving in twenty minutes, she said that she couldn’t wait to see me. And the funny thing is, no one has said that to me since my dad entered politics.

I pondered with my phone, debating if I should or shouldn’t look at my messages, voicemails. The more I ignore them, the more they will build. I entered my password and listened to them.