HIM

chapter 17: secrets

I could tell  a little about what happened when Emma was in that house, and missing, a lot of things happened. I knew he beat her and just the fact that he hurt her made me mad and broke my heart. I knew she didn’t want to talk about it, she just wanted to forget everything and move on. I examined her for a moment, then how she was acting. Emma never showed her emotions, or hardly trusted anyone. But today, I could see a million different emotions.

She’s always been quiet but never this quiet. I could see the pain and worry in her eyes, I just want to see her smile. She could go through hell, something so traumatic, and horrible but will still think that if someone hasn’t eaten all day that they have it worse than she does. She has so much love in her heart, and now all I can see is pain, worry, sorrow. She wasn’t her…..normal self. She’d still think that someone else has it worse.
I told her that I would get her some clothes to shower after the doctor is done.

I went to some random clothing store in town, about ten minutes away, I grabbed some clothes for Emma and myself. I got the clothes in the car and just before I got in the car. Rick’s parents showed up. How did they know I’m here? His father looked calm, his mother worried. I nearly froze in place.

“Hey, Jack, have you seen Rick?” His mother said in panic. “No, not since wednesday. Is everything alright?”
“Well he’s missing” is an understatement. “Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.” I said trying to act like I cared. “Just if you hear from him, or anything let us know. Please.”
“yea, of course.” she smiled at me which I returned, they got in the car and drove off. I got in my car and went back to the hospital. Once I got there I opened the door and brought the clothes in. “Hey.” I said softly. Emma turned to look at me saying “Hi.” she sounded, so broken, lost. I decided not to tell her about Rick’s parents visiting me yet.

I handed her the bag of clothes, I thought about If Rick really was dead, or alive. I don’t remember where she shot him, and didn’t try to remember. She was traumatized by what she’d been through, and what she did. If I told her about his parents she would be worried even more. She was constantly apologizing for what she did, even though it is self defence. I wish it were me who shot him, I wish it was me who was kidnapped. Not Emma.