Page 22 of Breaking Emilee

Like before, I push away the need to know what is going on. I grab my bag, pulling it to me. Unzipping it, I start to pull out a notebook so we can start comparing the book and the movie. Parker’s voice stops me and makes my heart drop into my stomach. “Em, I can’t work on the project.”

Turning, I see his face is void of any emotions, making me worry more. “Oh, okay. That’s fine.” I try to keep my voice even, so he doesn’t see that I’m a little hurt. I focus on putting the notebook back in the bag and zipping it back up. Standing up, I put my arms through the straps, his voice comes from behind me, but he doesn’t move to get off the couch.

“I’m sorry, Butterfly. I already made plans, and I can’t break them.” He doesn’t sound sad or upset that we can’t spend time together, so why is my heart breaking.

Turning to him, I put on my fake-ass smile and sweetly reply, “It’s okay, Parker. I can work on the outline tonight, and if you don’t have plans tomorrow, we can work then. If you do, we can figure out a time to finish it. No big deal.” Stepping back from the couch and him, I turn around, heading for the door. “Thanks for today,” I say. I swallow, hoping to keep my emotions at bay a little longer. Pulling the door open, a cool breeze blows in, cooling off my embarrassed face. I’m about to pull it open further so I can leave when a hand shoots out from behind me, pushing the door closed.

“Where the fuck do you think you are going?” He growls from behind me.

Staring at the door I refuse to turn around because I know disappointment is written all over my face. I have a terrible feeling that his “plans” involve Vanessa somehow, and I hate that with all I am. I want him to want to spend time with me, and the fact that he is choosing someone else over me sucks. Clearing the emotion from my throat. “School’s over. If I don’t get home, my grandparents will be pissed at me.”

“You can’t walk home, Butterfly. It’s too cold outside.” He says, pulling me back by my shoulder and getting in between me and the door. He places his hand on my face guiding me to look at him instead of his chest.

“I wasn’t. I have a Great-Uncle who lives in town and has given me rides home before. His house isn’t far from here. Plus, walking is a good exercise.” I really need to get out of his house before I start crying. I know I can hold it in for a bit, but I need to be alone to work through what I’m feeling. Taking a step back from him because being that close to him right now hurts.

“I’ll take you, Butterfly.” He grabs his jacket and helmet, pulls open the door, and heads to his bike.

I can’t keep up with him right now. “Parker, it’s okay. It’s not that cold, and I want to walk. You have places to go, and I don’t want to hold you up.” I tell him while heading in the opposite direction of his bike. I have to be alone right now.

“Take one more fucking step away from me, and I will pick you up, carry you back, and put you on my bike, my damn self.” I stop in my track at the tone of his voice. It’s low, deep, and fucking hot as hell. He wouldn’t do that, right? I don’t believe him.

Turning around, I see he’s standing beside his bike with his arms crossed, and the look on his face says, “Fuck around and find out.” “Parker, it’s fine. I’m fine. I could use with the exercise. Don’t worry about me,” I say, taking a step back, not taking my eyes off him.

He’s right in front of me within two long steps before I can blink. His hands are at my waist, and the look in his eyes tells me I fucked up. He’s pissed, but I don’t understand why he’s pissed off at me. “What did I tell you, Emilee? I’m taking you to your fucking Uncle’s house.” His grip on my hips tightens and he pulls me into his hard body. A gasp leaves my lip, and my panties dampen, but he just continues, “I never want to hear you put yourself down again. Do I make myself clear? You don’t get to talk bad about yourself.”

I’m stunned stupid by him right now. What is with his mood swings? My head is spinning, so I don’t fight him when he grabs my hand, pulling me to his bike. I swear I hear him whisper good girl when he starts the bike up and takes off. All I can do is point him toward my uncle’s house. I insist he drop me off down the road even though he moans about it.

“Parker, just trust me,” I say, stepping off and handing him the helmet. “If he goes back and tells my grandparents I was with you this close to school getting out, I’ll get an ass chewing. If it was later, I could say we worked on the project, but…” I look at my watch. “It’s only 3:40. It’s too early to have done that.” I step back away from him. “Thanks for today. I had fun. Be safe”

“Em.” He reaches out, wrapping his long fingers around my wrist and pulling me back to him. Since he only had one helmet, he effortlessly pulls my face to his catching my lips with his. The minute they touch, I can tell something is different with this kiss than the others we have shared. This one feels like a goodbye kiss, but I could be wrong since this is the third kiss I’ve had my entire life. My heart starts beating fast, my stomach cramps up, and tears sting my eyes, making me pull back and break the kiss.

I open my mouth to say something. I don’t know what but something, but he puts on the helmet and takes off. My heart aches when he doesn’t look back or wave at me. I stand there and watch him get smaller and smaller until he turns a corner and disappears. The feeling that something is wrong gets worse. I shouldn’t have ignored it I should have asked him about it, but I can’t change the past. All I can do is head home and hope he messages me soon to explain everything. My long ass night has bled into a long ass day, and I’m exhausted.

As I figured, my uncle agreed to take me home without asking any questions. Pulling up to the house, I see Levi sitting on the porch with a look that says he is pissed, and I did something wrong. At least the driveway is empty, so I know no one is home right now. “Thank you, Uncle Charlie,” I tell my uncle as I close the door. He just waves and backs out.

Levi doesn’t even let me get halfway up the driveway when he asks me questions I don’t have answers to. “Why did some guy I don’t even know come up to me in the hallway demanding to know where you were?” My heart takes off, and my hands instantly start to shake. I should have thought of an excuse before getting here. I knew Parker talked to Levi. I open my mouth to say something, but he stops me. “Then he tells me that you weren’t in class. Where the fuck were you, Emilee?” He crosses his arms.

Thinking quick, I say the first thing that comes to my mind. “I got sick right before first period and went to Uncle Charlie’s. I just woke up like twenty minutes ago. Which is why I’m just now getting home. I didn’t even make it to the building before throwing up everywhere.” I send up a silent prayer that he believes me and doesn’t see through my bullshit.

He takes a second to think and nods his head. “Okay, what about the fact that he said you had a cell phone. Then the asshole basically shoved his phone in my face when I told him you didn’t have one. The contact said Beautiful on it. What’s that about?” I’m going to fucking kill Parker. He’s fucking dead. Once again, I say the first thing that comes to my fucking mind. Deny, Deny, Deny.

“You know I don’t have a phone, Levi. I’m not allowed one.” I say, making sure I sound pissed off, which isn’t hard because I am. It just isn’t at my grandparents but at Parker instead.

“Then why was he saying you had one?” He steps forward, trying to get in my face, but I sidestep him. My blood is boiling. I’m so pissed right now. I’m pissed at the fact that I’m getting yelled at by my younger brother, that Parker is pulling away from me, and that there is nothing I can do to stop this. Levi has ignored me for months now, so why the fuck is he suddenly so interested in my life?

“Look, Levi, I don’t know why someone lied on me. You said the name said Beautiful, right, not Emilee.” I’ll return to the fact that he saved me under that when I’m not so mad and alone. “Is he about six foot three, shoulder length black wavy hair, wears a leather jacket and black motorcycle boots?” I have to stop saying hot as sin because I don’t need him knowing that I find Parker attractive.

“Yeah.”

“That would be my partner for English. He’s probably mad that I wasn’t in school to work on the paper, so he’s making stuff up to get me in trouble.” I say, opening the front door and heading to my room because I’m dead tired. This conversation is dangerous, and I want to be done with it now. So, I dump my bag on the bed. Thanking the lord above that my phone is hidden in my bra. “See Levi, no phone, and here is all the stuff in my pockets,” I say as I take everything out of the hoodie, throwing it on the bed as well. Getting more pissed off, I yell, “No. Fucking. Phone!” He just turns around, mumbles bitch and slams his door.

I can’t bring myself to care that I yelled at him or that my room is now a fucking mess. I don’t even clean it up. I just shut the door, saying I’ll deal with it later. I rush through my chores, thanking everything that it’s Thursday and all I have to do is clean the bathrooms, and there are only two of them. I can finish them in thirty minutes, but dinner will take a little longer. I’m a nervous wreck thinking Levi is still going to tell my grandparents about the phone and me being “sick” this morning, but when they walk in the door, he doesn’t even come out of his room. The whole way through dinner, he shoots me dirty looks but never says anything. Finally, my responsibilities are all done, and I can actually relax. I don’t dare pull out my phone because I’m scared I’ll be caught.

Walking back into my room, I sigh because all I want is to sleep, but I made a mess, and now I have to clean it up. After everything is back in my bag, I fall into my bed, fully clothed. I’m so damn exhausted that I don’t even have to sneak out or smoke to fall asleep. As soon as my head hits the pillow, I’m out like a light. Usually, when I sleep, I dream about all the bad things in my life, but tonight it’s all about Parker and what my body wants him to do.

We are laying in his bed, and I’m surrounded by the smell of him. His computer is playing music quietly while we just lay here staring at each other. Someone to you by Banners comes on, and I can feel my eyes prick with tears because I want to be someone to him. I want to be his everything, just like he’s starting to become my everything. He reaches across the bed and wipes away the lone tear that finds its way out of my eyes. “What’s wrong, baby?” Scooting closer to me, he pulls me to his chest, and I mumble into it.

“I want to be somebody to you.”

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