chapter Thirty-Three
I wouldn’t make it into town for a few hours after Emma. I checked my watch constantly, trying to keep myself from calling her. The flight seemed to last forever.
When we finally arrived at the airport I checked Emma’s location. It put her at a location I didn’t recognize. I drove as fast as I could across town.
When I was only a few minutes away I tried calling her.
“She doesn’t want to talk to you. You missed your chance.” A man’s voice said. The line went dead. I felt like someone had just stabbed me in the heart. She was with another man. I called back, trying to think of anything but my Emma in someone else’s arms. There was no answer. I was dying. I hit redial. It rang twice before she answered.
“What?” She slurred angrily.
“What’s wrong with you?” He growled. I couldn’t think straight.
“What is wrong with me?”
“Are you drunk?”
“Hey, if you need a shirt or something I can grab you one of mine.” A male voice called in the background.
“Who the f*ck was that?” I yelled, demanding an answer.
“My friend” She spat back.
“I’m five minutes away. Come outside now!”
“How did you…” Her voice trailed off.
“Here” The male voice said, very close to the phone. Very close to my Emma.
“Thank you” She replied to him.
“I think you should lay down.” His voice was so crisp and clear I knew he was practically on top of her.
“I’m fine” She sounded panicked. “I said I’m fine! Get off of me!” She screamed. I threw the car and park and opened the door to the building she was in. It banged loudly off the wall. I grabbed the man who was laying on Emma and slammed him against the wall. His head snapped back and cracked against it.
“Mr. Honor?” Jeff slurred, confused. I drew back and punched him as hard as I could. Blood sprayed from his nose. I grabbed his shirt and pulled his face close to mine.
“If you ever hurt her again I will kill you.” I stared him in the eye to make sure he knew I meant it. I would have killed him right there if it wasn’t for Emma. I turned and held out my hand to Emma. She slipped her fingers in mine. I grabbed her things and pulled her out to the street. As soon as we reached the sidewalk she lurched forward, vomiting all over the ground.
“Well, I guess you know that you’re not pregnant.” I said quietly. She looked at me for a long minute.
“I knew all along.” She replied angrily. I opened the car door.
“Let’s go” She slid in and waited for me to join her.
“Just take me to my car.” I looked over at her but she stared out of the window. I stepped on the gas and headed across town. I wasn’t going to let her leave without having a chance to explain myself.