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I can.
But not without a few caveats. If I go, it will have to be to a place where I can run if things get bad. It has to be to a place where I know I will have people there to take care of me if anything happens. People that I can run to and will do everything in their power to keep me safe.
There are few places that have that, but one of them he won’t think about too much if I pick it.
I give Elijah a nod. “Okay, let’s go somewhere then.”
He gives me a smile that says that he has won. Little does he know that it’s actually the opposite.
“Where would you like to go?” The question rolls off his tongue.
“Let’s go to San Francisco. It’s quick, and close to the coast.”
He nods like he thinks my idea is perfect. “San Francisco it is.”
Within minutesof me saying San Francisco, Elijah booked us a flight for that same night and a hotel.
I couldn’t believe that I was doing this. I was supposed to break up with the guy, but instead I’m heading across the country with him on a pointless trip.
As he packed a bag, I thought about why he suggested a trip so out of the blue. Apart from him realizing what I was doing and trying to see if he can fix it, he had to have another reason.
It’s not until I get a text notification from Chloe asking if I can stop by the apartment while they are in Arizona for the All-Star break to check on her one plant, does it click.
It’s the NHL bye-week. The Knights don’t have any practices or games to keep them from living normal lives for a few days.
Being an avid hockey fan, Elijah knows this and probably thinks that since Blake is essentially off this week, I will seek him out.
Elijah is taking me on this trip to keep me away from Blake. At least that’s what I think. And I sure as hell wouldn’t put it past him to do just that.
“Where’s your bag?” Elijah asks as he steps back into the living room, his duffle repacked and ready to go.
“What?” I ask, my head spinning in all different directions.
“Your bag. Where is it?” he asks, a bite to his voice.
“Oh, um.” Think, Sophia. Think of a reason as to why none of your clothes are here. “I didn’t like anything I have here, and I was wondering if we could stop by my place on the way to the airport? It would only take a second.”
“Sophia,” Elijah’s jaw starts to tick and right away, I think he is going to get angry and throw something.
“In and out, I promise. I want to look pretty for you in San Francisco,” I tell him, the words making me want to vomit. “Please.”
“Fine, let's go,” he says, sounding a little annoyed.
I don’t care if he’s annoyed. I’m just glad that I at least get to go home for a few minutes.
Hopefully Blake is there and I can tell him where I will be. I can text him, but I know that the second that we get in the car, Elijah is going to be looking over my shoulder the whole time, checking to see who I’m texting or getting mad if I don’t give him my full attention.
Going to the apartment is what is going to work best.
After grabbing our essentials that are needed to fly and Elijah’s duffle, we start making our way out of the apartment, and get into the ride share that is waiting for us outside.
The whole ride to the apartment is tense, and it gets even more tense when we get there and I tell Elijah to wait for me in the car.
“You can’t be serious,” he throws out, catching the door before it slams shut behind me.
“It will only take a minute, I swear.” I say, not looking back as I run into the building.
The whole elevator ride up to our floor, I’m ball of nerves, wishing that Blake is home and not with the guys or better yet, somewhere else like Montana or something.
