Page 24 of Breaking Emilee

“We were driving by, and I thought I saw you pull in,” she says, not moving an inch.

“You’ve seen me now move so I can leave.” I’m seconds away from losing my shit.

“How do you suggest I get home?” She twirls her hair around her finger like she is this innocent person.

“Not my fucking problem Vanessa. You are the one who sent Christian home without thinking. I have somewhere to be, and you aren’t coming with me.” I close the gap hoping she will get the hint and fuck off.

She just laughs and rolls her eyes. “Really, because I just got off the phone with Luna, and she said you were sick. I told her I would check on you and make you some soup. She thanked me and said that would be perfect.” The smirk on her face says that she thinks she has me backed into a corner, and normally she would but my will to care right now is fucking low.

“I don’t need or want anyone’s help, and do I look sick to you?”

“Fine, I’ll just call Luna and tell her you lied. I’ll also make sure to tell her how you have been cruel and mean to me ever since you got here.” She goes to pull her phone out of her back pocket. I sigh because I can’t blame anyone but myself for this mess. I fucked up by not talking to Luna and agreeing to that stupid fucking promise. But that was before Emilee and everything she told me. Even though I believe her, a hundred percent Luna is a show-me girl. She has to see something before she will just believe it. Unless Emilee has some proof, it will be her words against Vanessa, and I’m afraid Emilee won’t come out on top.

I don’t see a way out of this situation. Fuck me. Either way, I’m screwed. Either, I break a promise to the one person who has always been there for me. Or a promise to the girl who has quickly grabbed my heart. “Fuck. Fine, you can come over but only for an hour. I mean it, in sixty minutes, you’re leaving even if I have to make you myself. Got it.” I hope she can hear how serious I am because this is non-negotiable.

“Whatever, baby.” She picks up the only helmet and goes to put it on. My stomach flips, and I have to squeeze my hand tight to stop myself from pulling it out of her hands. I don’t want anyone else to wear that helmet but my Butterfly. Biting the inside of my cheek so hard that I draw blood is the only way to keep the words inside my mouth. Dropping my head, I straddle the bike. She doesn’t hesitate to put her arms around my waist and plaster herself to my back. Unlike when Em does that, my heart rate doesn’t pick up, it doesn’t feel like someone is shocking me to life, and my dick doesn’t try to stand up. I hit the gas a little too hard, and we shoot off toward home with a weight in my stomach and a knot in my chest. I don’t want to be here.

Killing the engine as soon as we are in the driveway. I don’t wait to help her off the bike like a gentleman. I don’t even care if I knock her off when I get off the bike. I stomp, like a toddler not getting his way, up to the front door, which is unlocked. Guess I forgot to lock it. I hear her footsteps on the porch behind me. Walking through the house, I try to block her out and focus on how the warmth feels on my cold skin. I pull out my phone and set a timer, so I know when to kick her ass out the door.

I just want to go to my room because I’m not playing pretend anymore, I’m actually sick to my stomach now, but once again, I have no one to blame but myself. It’s not till I get to the kitchen that my mind catches up to my body. I don’t want Vanessa in my room. The last person in there was Em, and I want to keep it that way. Turning around, I head back to the living room, where I flop down on the couch, trying to get comfortable. I pick up the remote and hit play, not paying her any mind as she sits in the chair beside the sofa because, yes, I’m being an ass and taking up the whole couch.

“What’s this,” she asks, picking up the case for the movie.

“Can’t you read? Harry Potter.”

Laughing, she sits the case down. “Really, this is what you watch? Don’t you know that this movie is for kids and losers.”

“If you don’t like it, feel free to leave, Vanessa. I didn’t invite you here, remember.” I never take my eyes off the screen even though I’m not paying attention to what’s happening. I’m counting to sixty in my head over and over, but what I should have been doing was paying attention to her. Then maybe I would have seen what the fuck was coming my way.

“I have a much better way to spend our time,” she says low and seductively. Before I can react, she gets off the chair, crawling up my body. Before I can ask her what the fuck she’s doing, her lips are pressed to mine. When my lips don’t move in sync with hers, she tries to open my mouth with her tongue. Her hands find their way into my hair and pull hard, the opposite of how Em does it. With Emilee, it’s a gentle tug, and it turns me the fuck on. Vanessa seems to be trying to hurt me because I’m not giving her what she wants.

This goes on for a few seconds before my brain finally returns from wherever it hid when this started. Placing my hands on her shoulder, she moans into my closed mouth. She puts more of her weight on me, thinking I’m about to pull her closer, but that’s the furthest thing from my mind.

Giving her a good push, she falls back on my legs. I extract myself from under her so I can stand up and distance us. “What the fuck are you doing?” I raise my voice as I wipe her nasty, sticky, sweet lip gloss off me. I try to move away from the couch so I can wash my lips, I can still feel her there, and I want it gone. She grabs my pants pulling me to a stop. When I look down at her, she’s staring at me from under her lashes. This time I can see what she’s going to try to do, and that will never fucking happen.

Grabbing her hands, I pull her up, so her body is flush with mine, even though I want to put the Grand Canyon in between us. The look in her eyes says she thinks she’s about to get what she wants, my dick. I lean in, putting my mouth right up to her ear so she can’t miss one word coming out of my mouth. I don’t whisper like some might. I speak normally as she jerks in my hold, trying to get away from the loudness of my voice, but I don’t let her. “Listen to me because I will not be fucking repeating myself, Vanessa. There will never be a day that I willingly kiss you, nor will there be a day that I let your mouth go anywhere near my dick. I’d rather cut it off than ever let you fucking touch it.” I release the hold I have on her and she falls back onto the couch.

“You will fucking regret this, Parker. Fuck you. Do you think I’m someone you can just push away? Well, I’m not, and you will soon see that.” She yells, pushing herself up and past me.

Fuck me!

Fuck her!

Fuck all of this!

Turning around, I sprint out of the house, not bothering to grab anything or lock the door. The walls are closing in on me, and I can’t breathe. I need to get out of here, not just the house but this town. I’m on the edge of losing it, and my mind is so fucked up that I can’t see straight. I hop on my bike. The amount of gas I give it makes the tires spin and I almost lose control. I have to do some fancy maneuvering to keep from eating the gravel.I don’t stop once or slow down until I’m staring at the yellow two-story house that is my best friend Zak’s home, an hour and a half away from all the problems. When I finally shut the bike off, I could hear my phone ringing in my pocket. I don’t have to look at the screen to know who it is.

“Hello.”

“Where the fuck are you, Parker Eugene West?” I know I’m in big trouble when she fully names me. She doesn’t give me enough time to respond. “I came home to the front door not only unlocked but not even closed all the way. You are nowhere to be found, and then you don’t answer your phone. I called Vanessa to see if she knew where you were…” She takes a breath, and I know that more yelling is coming. I head toward the stairs to sit down and wait till she’s done. I hear someone clear their throat. Turning my head, I see Zak standing in the doorway. He looks confused, so I point to the phone and mouth Aunt Luna. He has been around my aunt long enough to understand. He walks out and sits beside me. “PARKER WEST! Are you even listening to me?” I hadn’t even noticed she had stopped talking and was waiting on me to answer her.

“I’m so sorry, Aunt Luna. I thought I at least shut the door behind me, but I forgot to lock it. There was so much going on inside my head that I had to get away. It’s a mess, and I don’t know what to do to make it all better. I had to get away from that town for a little bit. I’m so sorry that I worried you. That was never my intention. I just couldn’t think there, so I came to see Zak. I just…” I stop and shake my head, suddenly feeling exhausted. It’s been one long ass day.

When she finally speaks again, her voice is soft and gentle. “Look, son, I don’t know what you are going through, but you know that you can always talk to me, right? I’ll help you with whatever is going on. Are you in trouble?” It breaks my heart to hear her so worried.

“No, I’m not in trouble, I promise. I know I can talk to you, but how can you talk to someone when you don’t even know how to explain it to yourself? I just need time to figure things out, and I can’t do it in that town.” I tell her the truth. I can’t even begin to explain it to her with how jumbled up it all is. “Do you want me to come home?” Even though I’m dead tired and want nothing else but to collapse in the guest bed, I will make that drive if she says yes.

I can hear her sigh. “No, it’s fine. Just next time, please leave me a note, text me, or something to tell me you are leaving. I don’t ever want to come home to an empty house and not be able to get a hold of you. It wasn’t long ago that I was your age, Park, don’t forget that.”

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