Page 30 of Anarchy
I should turn it off, but I don't care enough to. Let them keep trying. I told them I needed space, and that's what I meant.
I have walked the few populated streets of downtown at least twice at this point, and I don't feel any better.
A car slows beside me, and I hope it isn't Mikey because I'm still not ready to talk to him.
“Emma?” a familiar voice says and I look up to see Lizzie in the passenger seat of a van. “Are you okay?”
“I—“ for a minute I consider spilling my guts to her, but I don't know how she will react to everything. "Yea, just trying to clear my head. What are you doing out here?"
She steps out of the van, “John and I were married three days ago. We had rented a cabin for a small honeymoon.”
“Lizzie that’s great, I’m happy for you.” I start to turn away not really ready for meaningless conversation.
"Hey," Lizzie steps up next to me. "Want to grab lunch maybe?"
I look back down the street that I've already walked twice. It couldn't hurt, and maybe it will help me clear my head enough to brave going back to the club. "Sure."
I smile at John in the driver's seat as I climb into the back. Taking out my phone I see a ton of missed calls and texts from Mikey and Lucy. I open the messages from Mikey not wanting to read them all. I do see the last one though.
Mikey: I'm sorry that you're hurt, but it's not what you think. Please come back or let me come to get you. I love you more than anything.
Me: Having lunch with a friend. I’m not ready.
I slip it back into my pocket. The sharp pain in my chest intensifies, I hate this feeling.
When the van makes a sharp turn I look up seeing the entrance to the highway. “I thought we were going to lunch. What’s going on?”
Lizzie turns around, "we are saving you, Emma."
“Saving me? What are you talking about? Pull over I want to get out.” I turn to John my voice raising.
“Calm down, the Lord will make this right. He led you to us.” His voice is almost robotic.
“Pull over!” I hit the back of his seat. He turns around his expression angry. Before I can react, he swings his fist hitting me in the cheek.
I'm thrown back from the force of the blow and slam my head against the window. Everything starts to spin as a blinding pain strikes my head. I reach for my phone I need to call Mikey. I squint trying to navigate the buttons. I click his name, but I slip away before I have the chance to say anything.
