What Isnt Expected

Nineteen

My skin buzzes with life as the rest of my margarita warms my chest. I listen intently to what Fiona is saying, only speaking when the waitress saunters over with my next drink and Emma's. Something doesn't feel right...

"You know if that were me I'd shove my foot so far up his ass." Dorothy suggests as she takes a sip of her drink. She shifts in her seat causing the leather to make an eerier sound than normal due to her leather pants.

For some reason I zone out. There's no way I can be drunk already. I stare blindly at Emma's drink and feel sick to my stomach. What the actual fuck is wrong with me? I'm too tipsy to figure out why but my skin is absolutely crawling with ickiness that I can no longer make out.

"Reggie?" The cool touch from Dorothy causes me to jump. Her worry look only concerns me of my own self. I probably look so distressed. "Are you okay?"

I can't respond. Simply because I don't have an answer. There's this connection that I usually have with Emma and it's gone. I suddenly realize that the crawling sensations on my skin is just my radar ticking at its most high. I whip around in my seat towards where I last saw her. She isn't there. It's just Bobby and Dolly.

"Reggie what's wrong?" Fiona questions further.

I get up and they both follow me towards the table where Bobby and Dolly are sitting. I look around to see if there's any sign of Emma...nothing. I am in complete panic mode. The liquor probably has me in over my head but it's better to be safe than sorry. I should've put a chip on her collar.

"Bobby." I choke a little. The ginger snaps towards me and frowns at my sullen look. "Where's Em?"

"Wait wait, Where's Red?" Dorothy questions.

"They just went to the bathroom." Bobby attempts to reassure me but it does not work. It seems to work on Dor. My cousin runs a soothing hand along my back for comfort. I still intend to interrogate Bobby more.

"How long ago was that?" Bobby gives me a weird look and shrugs his shoulders at me. Seriously? That's all you got?

"What is going on?" He questions in panic as his eyes dart between Dorothy and I. Fiona makes herself comfortable at the table and pulls Dolly in close.

"Something doesn't feel right." I utter out loud but mostly to myself. The sickening pit only grows as my feet carries me to the bathroom. Please be in here Emma.

I burst through the bathroom and there's nothing. Dorothy finally starts to panic and shoves past me. Frantically, she checks every stall. When she gets to the last one she takes a step back.

"Emma's parents are going to kill me!" I groan in frustration. Who knows where they went or what they're doing?! Hopefully they aren't drunk or nobody has kidnapped them. Hopefully they are still here.

"You?" Dorothy chuckles. "Have you met Granny? You're going to find me with a knife in my eye!"

"Emma likes to dance, Emma likes to drink, Emma likes to eat." I list out and kick off my heels. They will only get in the way and they aren't important anyways.

"What are you doing?" Dorothy questions as she runs her hand through her hair. I continue to mutter things before I answer her.

"Reminding myself what Emma likes so I have an idea of where she could be." Dorothy nods her head. We exit the bathroom and separate. First I race to the bar, the cold floor makes me feel light on my toes, pushing me harder. I get there and there's nothing. I then go to the overly crowded dance floor. Nothing from what I can tell. I look up at the balcony. Bingo.

The guard senses my urgency and lets me through. I ignore the greetings from everyone up here who thinks they are important because they managed to get a seat up here. I even ignore the greets from my cousin. My feet carries me to the edge of the balcony. I lean over the railing and gaze upon the entire club. I spot Dorothy asking people but I see no sign of Emma or Ruby at all.

I nearly punched whoever touched me but resisted when I realized that it was just Clyde. She gave me a concerned look and pulled my body to face her with a firm grip to my shoulders. "What the hell is going on?"

The tears finally form and triggers a burn in the back of my throat. I never break down like this and it only shows Clyde that whatever is happening is serious. "Did she leave you? You guys just had a baby!"

"No..." I shake my head. "She would never do that." No matter how hard I try to control it, my voice wavers. I feel defeated.

"Regina tell me everything right now." She orders. I don't fucking know anything!

I let out a shaky breath to calm my nerves a little and I begin to explain. "Whenever I feel like something is wrong I get this icky feeling in my gut. Emma calls it my radar" I chuckle. Clyde gives me a small smile to let me know that she's listening intently, "But this time I feel absolutely horrible. My skin is crawling and I don't feel Emma's presence."

"You can feel her presence? That's amazing." Clyde compliments. I nod my head knowing how great it is. I love Emma so much and we are connected in body and soul. Always have been. So now I feel this endless pit in my gut and it's filling with nothing but panic instead of her love.

"I turn around for one second. One second, and she's gone. Dolly and Bobby said they went to the bathroom but they aren't there." Clyde's face immediately drops with worry. She lets me go and gazes over at the club like I previously did before.

"And you don't see her anywhere?" She questions while keeping her full focus. I whimper out my no and look over the club on last time. Clyde leans over with squinted eyes. I look over to where she's looking. "Dor!" Clyde yells over all the noise.

I make a run down all the stairs as quickly as I can. There's this guy holding both Ruby and Emma over his shoulders. They're knocked out cold. I don't know who he is but when I get my hands on him, he's dead meat.

The man takes them through the back of the club. It's hard for me to catch up because I have to push and shove through the huge crowd. Dorothy runs through the back door so I go through the front. There's no sign of him so I take the ally where the back door leads to. There's only Dorothy coming from the opposite side. She hunches over and attempts to catch her breath.

"What the hell?! Where did he go?!"

When I panic it's very hard for me to think clearly. I'm still intoxicated so that doesn't help either.

I rest my body against the brick wall and just stare at her. I'm totally bewildered as well. There's no way he could've gotten away. That door only leads to this alley and Dorothy and I just ran high tail through it. Her hair crazily falls over one shoulder. She locks her fingers and rests them behind her head as she tries to think.

Her sky blues eyes gaze upon me in thought. Her prominent jaw visibly locks. Dorothy utters something lowly in Italian that I couldn't make out before she dashes back down the way she came. What the hell is happening?!