Emily's Escape

Chapter 20

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Carter had driven us to his house and was now locking the car. We went into his beautiful house. I felt tense at the thought of sleeping at his house. Actually, I had no idea what the fuck I was doing. This was going to be so awkward and uncomfortable.

But somehow, the thought also comforted me. It was like my body knew I was going to be safe. Feel safe. How this large stranger comforted me, confused me. But then again, he wasn't a stranger. Not anymore.

"What do you wanna eat?" Carter's voice broke me out of my thoughts.

You don't want to eat. Make him understand.

"Uhm, I don't know, do you have any ideas?" I said and grabbed my collarbone. The feeling of bone calmed me.

"We could eat Italian?" I didn't think, I just nodded. I didn't want any type of food because I didn't want any food at all.

"Emily," Carter spoke behind me. I turned around from his front door and looked at him. He looked worried. My stomach tightened.

I smiled a fake smile at him. Though it didn't seem like he bought it. I shifted my weight nervously.

"Please, talk to me." He sounded lost. I guess I could understand why.

I took a large breath. "It's just... Okay, this is hard for me to say. But I'm not supposed to eat. Not now. This isn't right." He swallowed hard and took a breath too.

"Emily, I know I say this a lot, but you need to cooperate. And, you need to break your limits to see how it turns out. You need to try to eat before you know how'll react." I didn't want to discuss this, so I just nodded. He gave me a single nod and opened the door for us. I went in and we walked straight to his room.

I sat down my bag next to the wall and looked around.

"You were coming this Saturday, right?"

"What?" he chuckled and sat down on his bed.

"My fight? You told me you were coming." I remembered now.

"Uhm, yeah, sure," I said and sat down too. I was sitting against the pillows while Carter was sitting at the foot of the bed.

"It's almost 6, do you wanna grab some food?" my stomach made painful flips and I felt my heart ache. Instead of saying anything, I simply nodded. Carter nodded too and got up from the bed. I stood up too and we walked out of the room.

"Okay, we can order in or go out? I'm thinking, that we order in?" Carter leaned against the kitchen island with his arms crossed. I was thankful he wanted to order in. It would be even more difficult for me to eat if he wanted to sit in a restaurant.

"Ordering in sounds fine," I got out. This was getting harder and harder. He gave me a look and proceeded to dial a number into the phone.

"Pizza?" he asked before pressing the dial button. My eyes began to sting and I looked to the ground. Carter's hand squeezed my arm and I jumped by the touch. He chuckled and answered the phone.

"Hello, yes, I'll have one margarita. Yes, that's all. Delivered, please." He continued to give the man on the phone his address and hung up with a bye. He looked at me and smiled.

"Carter, I don't think this was a good idea," I said quietly. He sighed and moved closer to me. He wrapped his arms around me and his warmth indulged me. I moved my hands to his sides and pushed him slightly away.

"Em, it's going to be okay, we'll see how you feel afterward, okay?" he said with a gentle voice. Sometimes I was surprised by how gentle Carter actually was. I knew who he was before I talked to him the first time, and to say he was gentle and sweet was a lot.