Page 16 of Fixing Emilee

Seeing my rising panic, Levi speaks up, “Emilee’s right. She has had them a few times. Normally she can calm herself down, but I guess nothing worked this time.” I shake my head in agreement. “I’m sure if you call our parents, they will agree that going to the hospital is unnecessary. Since it’s their insurance paying for the ambulance ride, they should have the final say, don’t you think?” My pride and love for him expand because he’s fighting for something I want.

Mr. Clark looks to the EMT. “They are correct. Normally after the attack passes, the patient is okay and should just rest. I can check her out here, but she knows what is best for her.” Mr. Clark sneers at the poor man, but he doesn’t say anything, just turns, heading toward the office. The three of us follow behind him.

While I’m getting my blood pressure taken, I hear Mr. Clark having a heated discussion with someone in his office, but his words are muffled by the closed door. My vitals all come back normal, and the EMT leaves.

“Sweetie, I’m done with the phone. You can use it to call your parents,” the secretary says. Getting up out of my chair, I head across the small room. At the same time, Mr. Clark’s door opens, and the student in trouble rushes out, not paying attention to where they are walking. A stiff, warm body crashes into my side when I can’t get out of the way fast enough. Arms wrap around my waist, preventing me from falling, and a familiar scent surrounds me.

A gasp leaves me. I know this chest. My body instinctively melts into it before I can get control. The feeling of getting home after a long day’s journey consumes me. Looking up, my eyes meet Parker’s blue ones. He steps back, and I suppress the groan as I instantly miss the feel of his arms around me. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. His hand raises like he’s about to touch me, but he lets it drop. I watch his eyes fill with tears as a look of pain, hurt, and regret filters into them. I step toward him, unsure of what I’m doing, but it feels like a string is wrapped around my heart, pulling me closer to him. He sounds so defeated, so small, and my heart, the stupid traitorous organ, aches for him.

His stare penetrates my soul. His eyes beg me for what I’m not sure, but a massive part of me wants to give him whatever he needs. “Parker…” I start to say, but Mr. Clark’s pissed-off voice cuts me off, pulling us from this very intimate moment.

“West, get going. Grab your stuff, and don’t come back for three days. Stand around here any longer, and it will be longer.” Three days? For what?

Parker runs his hands through his hair, and the blood on his knuckles catches my attention. Oh shit, now Christian’s nose makes more sense. I thought Tiffani had punched him, but it was Parker. Why? Things aren’t adding up, and it’s all making my brain hurt. “I’m sorry, Butterfly,” he says as he steps past me, pushing the door open without looking back. I make a mental list in my head of things I know are hundred percent true.

Christian has a bloody nose.

Parker gave it to him.

Levi and my parents have told me I need to hear him out.

Not everything is what it seems to be.

Every story has two sides.

My heart felt full when he had his arms around me.

Watching him push that door open causes a different pain in my chest, like my heart was physically walking away from me.

I love him.

“Sissy,” Levi’s voice breaks through my train of thought. Turning toward him, he is staring out the window at Parker heading toward the parking lot. “Do you trust me?”

“You know I do, but Levi…”.

“No. No fucking buts, Emilee,” he says, standing up, grabbing my hands.

“Mr. Hill, that language will…”.

“Will what? Get me suspended? Who cares right now?” he says over my shoulder. “Sissy, I will never hurt you again, and you know that. So trust me on this, you need to talk to him. If you let him walk out of your life, it will be the biggest mistake you make. Everything is not….”

“As it seems,” I finish his sentence for him. Without thinking, because if I do, I might not do this, I push through the door. Levi is right; I trust him and my entire family more than I trust myself. They have been telling me that I need to talk to Parker, but I act like I’m not listening. I constantly change the subject because I don’t want to deal with the heartache I feel whenever I think about him. To be fair, he never leaves my fucking brain. I’m so fucking scared of being hurt again, and that man is the only person still capable of doing that. As the distance to him gets shorter, my gut screams louder, “You are doing the right thing.”

Stepping outside, Parker has his back to me, straddling his bike, about to leave. My heart lurches in my chest, screaming at me to not let him go again, and this time, everything in me agrees. I don’t know what happened that day in the cafeteria because I have been too much of a stubborn bitch to let anyone explain, but that ends now. If I want a healthy and full life, I have to finally let go of that day, and the only way I can do that is to know the whole story.

I have to decide now, right this second, to either continue to let Vanessa and Christian ruin my life or take it back. For months they did everything in their power to destroy me and cause me pain. And who’s to say that they didn’t set that day up to do the maximum damage? “Parker,” I shout at the top of my lungs.

Only his head turns to look over his shoulder. From here, I see that his cheeks are wet from the tears running down his face. This man is hurting deep in his soul, just like I am. Putting one foot in front of the other, I make my way over to him. His gaze turns to fire as he runs it over my body. He drinks me in like a man who’s been trapped in the desert for days and finally has a glass of water in front of him. Desire pools low in my stomach traveling straight to my pussy, making it ache. I clench my thighs together as I walk, hoping to please her for now until we can leave this place. His gaze zeroes in on the slight movement, a wicked grin spreads across his face. He fucking knows what he is doing to me, and he loves it as much as I do. I’m no longer scared or nervous. Instead, I feel safe, at home, loved, and being protected. All because of the simple look he is giving me as I cross this parking lot.

I stop only when I’m as close as possible to him without climbing onto his lap. Reaching up, I wipe the wetness off his face. His hand shoots up, encircling my wrist, holding mine in place. Leaning in, he kisses the palm of my hand, and tingles shoot straight through me, not helping the pulse radiating through my clit. “What are you doing, Butterfly?” He leans his face close, nuzzling my nose with his.

My lips part as his breath passes over me. “Where are you going?”

“Why? You want to come with me?” He smirks, making butterflies take off in my belly.

“Please don’t leave me.” A lone tear falls from my eyes. Leaning forward, he takes his tongue, catching it before it falls. A growl leaves him as he wraps his arm around me, plastering me to him.

“I never fucking left you. I’ve been right here this whole time, waiting for you to find your way back to me. To my fucking arms where you belong. Now, are you coming?”

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