YOURS

Chapter 39

The lights lit up my way towards our car. I knew I could look for Mark from there and see if he was here yet. Was he really even coming or was he going to let us handle this by ourselves? Could we even handle this by ourselves...?

Surely he was coming..and he'd bring back up? I hope, anyway.

COLE'S POV

Emily was pushing my buttons. Her lack of communication was going to drive me off the edge, I was trying to be patient with her but she didn't get that.

She blamed me for tension between us. I also wasn't communicating well, but I have my reasons. I'm not convinced she does.

I gave her a gun so she'd feel even more protected if something happens to me, but it also helps my peace of mind. She shot the guy in the back of the car on the 4th to my surprise without any hesitation, she hasn't mention any repercussions of doing it.

Who knows, maybe she's becoming more like me? Or maybe I'm right and she just isn't communicating like she should be doing.

This is tough love, right? Metaphorically speaking, of course.

I kept looking around hoping to find a glimpse of Zac or someone looking suspicious but all my eyes were drawn too were hands. So many people holding hands with their partners. I remembered the way Emily looked at people like that. She looked at me like that.

Guilt sunk in for the way I snapped at her just a few moments ago.

"Hey, I didn't mean for the things I said to come out like that." I half way turned to let her know I was sorry.

She didn't respond. That was okay, she was probably angry.

I wondered what her face would tell me though. I turned the rest of the way to look at her but she wasn't there.

"Emily?" I called her name aloud.

She was no where in sight.

"Emily?!" I began to panic and walk around the immediate area to find her.

Did she walk away? Did someone take her without me hearing? I never should of turned my back to her.

Where was Mark?!

EMILY'S POV

I leaned against Cole's car and rubbed my hands together to get my nerves out. My gun was sitting between me and the back of my pants, my shirt pulled over to hide it.

I could hear my own heart beat over the screams of joy coming from the rides back towards the center of the fair. My legs shook and could hardly hold me up.

Why was I so nervous? Being without Cole shouldn't be this scary? Where was the strength I had when I was all alone back at the cabin?

I began to wonder the difference between then and now. I had something to live for then. Katie, Sara, my foster family. Now? All of them are dead, excluding my foster mom who is God knows where to keep her safe because she can't be around me.

Am I living to protect myself? Cole? Mark? Helen? Am I living just to live? Am I fighting for this 'normal' life that I want so bad?

My thoughts were cut short by the loud sirens and multiple cop cars that rushed threw the parking lot and onto the fair grounds.

My phone began to ring. Mark.

"Hello?" I answered.

"I'm almost there. Where are you?" Mark asked.

"Almost here? A bunch of police just pulled in..." I told him.

There was a pause on the line.

"I'm not with them. That's not me. You and Cole get to your car and get inside. I'll find you."