Page 53 of Bound by Destiny
What I wasn’t prepared for, was the length of time it would take to get me out.
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Emery
Five days.It’s been five damn days since Jacks was locked up. Each second that passes by is another one lost without him. Burnzie said they wouldn’t do bail until they had more information, and they won’t let me see him; I’ve tried every damn day to no avail.
His room is so bare without him here, but I couldn’t be away from his scent, needing something to ground me.
Pops was released right after the attack and is holed up with Ma at their place. I’ve been to visit, but I’m not the best company right now. Austyn has tried to get me to go out to lunch with her, but I’m not feeling it.
There has to be something I can do. It was in self-defense, and they’re keeping him like a criminal. It pisses me off and what’s worse, in the grand scheme of things, is I know there is nothing I can do besides suck it up and see where the cards lay.
That’s so damn hard to do.
Even worse, he told me he loved me, and I never got to say those words to him because he disconnected the call. The ache in my heart is like nothing I’ve felt before. The helplessness. The longing. When my mom was diagnosed with cancer, I felt helpless then, but this feels like my other half is missing. Gone. Lost.
My phone rings and I swipe it quickly. “Hello.”
“Um, hi. Is this Emery?” The female voice doesn’t sound familiar at all.
Hesitantly, I answer, “Yes? Can I help you?”
An audible sigh comes over the line. “Thank God it’s you. I’m Erin, Jacks’ sister.”
Instant relief hits. I’m not sure who I was thinking this was, but with the circumstances, all answers pointed to trouble.
“Hi, Erin.”
“Have you heard anything from Jacks?”
I couldn’t imagine Deke behind bars and not being able to talk to him. She has to be going through some serious pain.
“No, they won’t let me talk to him, but his lawyer is working on the case. We just don’t know anything yet.”
My fist is clenched, and I just realize it and relax it.
“Damn. They won’t let me or our parents talk to him either. Is that normal?”
“Hell if I know. But it’s how it is right now.”
“Would it be possible if you called me if you heard anything, Emery? I’d greatly appreciate it.”
“Yeah, Erin. If I hear something I’ll let you know.”
“You know. He talks about you a lot, Emery. You mean the world to him.”
“He means the world to me too. Just can’t wait to get him out of there.”
My father enters the space, and I tell Erin, “I have to run and talk to my dad, but I’ll call as soon as I know something.”
“Or you can just call to chat.”
At that, I smile. “I’d love that.”
We say our goodbyes just as my father stands next to the table.
“What’s goin’ on, Em?” My dad takes a seat next to me as I hold my mug of coffee that steams into the room. My book bag rests at my feet as I thought coming out into the main area of the clubhouse would help me work. It hasn’t.
