“You did what?” My question is a whisper in the wind.
“Tell her the truth!” Blake snaps at Jax “Be a man and tell her you know who caused her parents' accident.”
“Is it true?” I mumble. Time stops as I stare at Jax in disbelief.
“Babe, I thought…”
“Tell her guilt is consuming you.” Blake spits the words out.
My vision blurs with tears. Guilty? Jackson? I look at them, shocked, backing off.
“Leave her out of this fucking story!” Jax throws him on Blake. He punches Blake making him fall on the ground. “You motherfucker!” Jax shouts. My chest hurts, my heart is aching. I didn't even realize I walked away.
“Em!” Jax’s voice makes me run faster.
Guilt is consuming you.
Blake's words ring in my head, making my heart ache.
“Emma, are you okay?” Luke gets up off the hood of our car, worried, looking who's following me.
“Take me away from here,” I tell him while opening the car door.
“What happened?” He stops me to glance behind me.
“Please, Luke, take me away from here now,” I snap at him before getting in the car.
“Em, what the hell happened up there?”
I tug in the seatbelt as I start crying. Luke’s eyes on me make me even more nervous. He tries to say something but I shake my head making him stop. He sighs frustrated, peering at me waiting for me to explain or say something but it’s the last thing I want. He eventually gives up and starts the engine driving away. I can't believe I was so stupid to believe his words. He hid it and faked it all. For what? God, I was such an idiot.
While hugging my knees, I try to breathe.
“Here we go,” Luke says after parking in our driveway.
Rushing out of the car, I rush to the door.
Luke joins me after locking the car. “God, woman, can you slow down?”
“Take the day off, Luke. Thanks for the ride,” I sputter out, struggling to hold back my tears.
“Wait, wait, wait.” He grabs my shoulders, steadying my movements. “What's going on?” he asks as we reach the attic.
“Don't worry, I'm good now. It was an emotional day and jet lag doesn’t help, that's all,” I lie.
Knowing Luke, he won't give up and I need time to get my head screwed on right.
“You sure?” He narrows his eyes as worry etches on his face.
“Yeah, I just need some sleep before Jax comes home.” I nod, open the door, then get in. After closing it, I lean on it and cry my heart out.
It was just an illusion.
I knew it was too good to be true.
With shaky hands I call the only person that makes me feel safe.
“Hi Cupcake, missing me much?”