Page 8 of Trace's Passion
Chapter 2
Emery
Emery Collins cursed. Which was not like her. She was usually happy and would never get upset at the small stuff, but today? Today she was downright pissed off.
She was trying to get the last few boxes out of her small car, but one wanted to stick sideways and not be moved a single inch no matter what she did.
Kicking at the box and trying to dislodge it made her almost fall to the dirt and she cursed louder.
Today was not her day. Her car overheated on the drive and she had to call Kian to try to figure it out.
He of course laughed at her predicament and told her once more that if she'd just waited another two days, they could've gone with her, because they were coming to stay also, but she was always impatient so he told her how to fix her car and then hung up.
She had stuck her tongue out at her phone. Stupid older brothers. Thinking they knew best and always treating her like a child.
She was twenty, far from a child, but Reid and Kian had been there for her for a long time, so she usually let their behavior slide. But today Kian’s attitude was not what she needed, and it made her sour mood even more so.
Then she had gone to see her grandmother at the hospital, but Grandma Viv was asleep and would be for hours.
So Emery left her sleeping and had driven to the house to unpack a little before going back.
She hated the entire situation. Her grandmother had been stabbed in a break-in that had gone wrong and Emery wished that she'd been with her, that she hadn’t had to go through that alone.
But it was where she got her stubborn streak from. Her mom had it as well.
But damn it. Grandma Viv shouldn’t have been injured like that. Emery hated it more and more.
Grandma had found this house in the perfect spot and wanted Emery to live here with her, but Emery had to get out of her lease on her tiny apartment and pack up her entire life there.
She worked part time at a grocery store, so she also had to quit that job and she could only hope the small nest egg she had in her savings was enough to help her find a new job here.
She knew her online store had been doing well before the incident and she could make anything and everything with yarn.
Blankets, stuffed animals, you name it, she could do it. Her grandma taught her well and because of that, she turned it into a small business.
It had done better than she thought it would, and she was always making something with her crochet hooks and her yarn.
But a few months before she left, a man had reached out to her, and asked her to make him something odd, to say the least.
She'd refused, because it wasn’t something she wanted to make.
It was creepy and wrong, because he wanted her to give him her soft cuddly animals, but he wanted them ripped apart and sent to him with her blood dripped on it.
He told her he wanted it done because he'd seen her photograph and that he knew she was meant to be his.
He just needed her blood. He wanted a specific type of blood, but she didn’t want to go into details and didn’t know how he knew she was a virgin.
She had blocked him quite quickly after that. But he messaged her again with another email.
And another. And after blocking the 5th one, he got angry and started sending nasty letters to her P.O. Box.
Each letter let her know she was his and he was coming to claim what was meant for him.
With each letter he detailed how he would take her, how he would make her beg for more.
She would shudder with disgust when she read what he had in mind and she hated each new letter.
She had a feeling someone was watching her and always kept her blinds shut tightly.
