~Emmalyn~
Yes, I was excited to see Rhys. And yes, I was a little nervous about what he could possible want to talk about.
But that didn’t stop me from arriving on the step of Vittorio’s five minutes early.
It was cold. I was wrapped in a thick sweater. I stared up at the grey sky and wondered if it would snow. I wished it would. I hated the cold but I loved the snow.
The street of Heart that I was on was eerily deserted. It was Sunday so everything was closed, but still. There was not a soul strolling about. I checked my phone, wishing Rhys to appear. I could use his excessive warmth right about now.
A couple cars passed by, but none were him.
I checked my phone. He was two minutes late.
I paced back and forth, contemplated calling him, but didn’t want to seem like the anxious one. I was nervous enough about what I wanted to bring up in the conversation. I was pretty sure Rhys had never been in a legitimate relationship before, and to ask him if he wanted to experimentally try one out, well . . . I couldn’t take his rejection if he said no.
Ugh, I thought. I was already giving myself a headache.
I checked my phone. Seven minutes late.
I did a few jumping jacks to keep warm, blew on my hands when they began to lose feeling. I even tried the door to the pizzeria, even though I knew it would be locked. It was.
And then I checked my phone. Thirteen minutes late.
That didn’t sit well with me, though I wasn’t sure what to believe. Did he ditch? Did he decide to cut his losses? Was he laughing it up right now?
Stop it, I chided my overactive mind. He was different. Somewhere along the way he had changed. He may have done it before but he wouldn’t now. Not anymore.
Twenty minutes late.
I was beginning to think he wasn’t going to show up. At that saddening conclusion, I decided I would drive back home and drop him a text. But just as I was beginning to do that, a car pulled alongside the curb. I was so relieved and eager to see him I failed to realize it wasn’t even Rhys’s car.
I jogged up to the window. “Rhys, I—”
The words died on my tongue mid-sentence. Ice froze my veins and my feet glued themselves to the ground.
A fearful breath caught in my throat as I stared down the nose of the pistol.
“Get your ass in the car,” Mike ordered.
~*~
My arm was red from pinching myself. I was hoping desperately that eventually one would make me up and I would see that it was all just some horrible nightmare. That Mike Packer hadn’t stuck to his promise and found me. That I wasn’t currently sitting beside him in the passenger seat, in view of the gun resting on the compartment between our seats.
I was afraid to say anything while he drove. This man I had once thought I would give forever to . . . And it all turned out to be childish fantasies of a naïve young teen.
“Finally found you,” he spoke out, voice grating against my nerves in the small confines of the car. “Hard as hell to find, I’ll give you that.”
I gulped.
He cast me a side glance. “What, are you mute now?”
I said nothing.
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Over the Edge
Teen Fiction(TH#2)After a traumatic bullying experience and an almost fatal mistake, Emmalyn Hall moves with her family to Heart, North Carolina in hopes the same magic that healed her parents can possibly mend her as well. She moved to forget the memories of t...