Worthy (Part 2)

Charley

Authors note: Yal gave up on a girl so fast! 😂 if you want to skip this chapter you can, I don't think you'll be lost 😂
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Everything seemed fine.

Emory seemed a little uncomfortable, but i just figured that was because he didn't know Luke and Sam.

I would be uncomfortable meeting two new women in his life. Totally understandable.

But then we walked out and...

He was just laying into Luke....

The look in his eye.... so much blood...

I felt terrible. I was so stunned. It caught me so off guard... i was shocked. Literally shocked. I didnt want him to leave, but the words couldn't come out. My mind was racing in four hundred directions.

Sam pulled me into the house and held me until my tears dried.

He was such a great guy. I was happy he decided to include me in family things still. He was my rock right after everything happened.

Luke was too, but more so because he was always around Sam. They were kind of a package deal.

I sometimes felt like that held Sam back, but it wasn't my place to tell him that.

After I came to my senses, the stunned feeling washed away and rage filled its place.

I stood up and stomped my way back outside where Luke was licking his wounds.

Sam grabbed my arm

Sam: hey hey hey, maybe let's wait until morning? Let everyone cool off?

I shook him off and continued down my war path.

I knew it had to be Luke's fault. They were both sweet guys but, i knew from experience, it took a lot to rattle Emory. Even during our small shouting matches he had a small smile on his face.

I walked up to Luke

Me: What the fuck Luke?

He looked up at me obviously still pissed off.

Luke: What?

Me: What the fuck was that?

He crunched a beer can and tossed it. That pissed me off more.

Luke: Ask your lover boy. I was just sitting here and he fuckin came at me.

I rolled my eyes.

Me: Yeah, sure. You did NOTHING to provoke him.

He shrugged

Luke: I dont know why you keep picking such trash guys Char.

Trash guys?

I had for sure picked some trash guys, i mean, hasn't every girl? But he's only met Brian and now Emory.

They were not trash.

Luke: I think he's got anger problems. It's probably a good thing you found out while we were around.

He waved between himself and Sam as he walked up

I looked over at Sam

Me: I need to go.

Sam: No! No no. Come on Char. It's too late to be driving. Let him cool off.

I bit my lip

He had a point. I couldnt wrestle Danny awake, go to his house where Ella was probably asleep.

He was pissed. And he's probably pissed at me.

Why didn't I tell him to stay?

I was so scared....

Not of him.

Never of him.... but.... god. I dont know how to explain it.

Me: i need to make sure he's okay.

Sam: Then text him. Come on, i think we should all just go to bed. We'll figure it out in the morning.

Because I'd be able to sleep. Sure.

I quietly crawled into bed with Danny, she cuddled up to me and fell back asleep.

She always made me feel better.

I grabbed my phone and contemplated what to say.

"Hey".... ugh i could picture his face reading that. No.

"I'm sorry" I'm sorry i didnt take your side immediately. I'm sorry i brought you in to this. I'm sorry i didnt see what was happening.

What was happening?

Sorry wasn't enough.

"What happened?" I'm such an idiot. Why didn't i ask that first?

Why did i freeze?

I decided.

Me: please let me know you both made it home safe.

He didn't owe me that or anything. And i knew Emory well enough to know, no matter how mad he was, hed never put Ella in danger. Especially in a car.

He drove like a grandpa.

I started to tear up again as the clock ticked and no messages were sent.

I'd hunt him down tomorrow. I had to. I needed answers. I needed Emory.

The stress of the last few hours must've hit me hard because I finally fell asleep for what was probably only minutes.

Only to have a very familiar nightmare, with a little twist.

I woke up sobbing and gasping for air and immediately reached for my phone.

At 4 am he texted me back. I hated that i had dozed off. Especially if he was having troubles sleeping.

Emory: We're fine.

Me: Can I see you tomorrow?

I laid back in bed trying to control my breathing.

I needed to explain it.

I hoped he'd understand.

Fuck. Maybe i needed counseling too.