Page 2 of Wreckage of Me
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” he finally drops his eyes to the ground, hands on the hips, shaking his head in disbelief. “Look, lady,” he starts, but his cell phone gives a loud shrill from the back pocket of his jeans.
“Shouldn’t you get that?” I ask in annoyance when I see that he doesn’t make any attempt to.
With an impatient move, Blake pulls the phone out of his back pocket and literally growls at it when he sees what’s on the screen. I lift myself on my tippy toes to take a peek, but he pushes me back down with a firm hand on my shoulder.
“Yeah,” he finally answers, his eyes never wavering from mine. “No, she’s still here.” He eyeballs me funny, and I know he’s talking about me. That only makes me want to get even more into his space. If he thinks I’m gonna go away quietly, he’s got another thing coming.
“Becca,” Emily calls my name from behind me where she’s standing awkwardly with Puck. “Come here,” she waves me over.
“What is it?” I sound like I’m annoyed, and I definitely am. I almost want to stomp my foot at her. Can’t she see I’m busy eavesdropping on Blake’s conversation?
“My dad messaged me,” she whispers loud enough for me to hear her. I take notice of Puck smirking in the corner of his stupid mouth, like he knows something I don’t.
“What does it have anything to do with me?” I snap at Emily.
“He, uh, he said that we need to get back to the hotel right away.” She sounds almost scared, so unlike the grown ass woman she should be. And maybe it’s because my parents have been gone for all these years, and I’ve been my own boss, as well as Colton’s, but nobody’s going to tell me what the hell to do, least of all Emily’s father who I met only a handful of times.
“You can go,” I dismiss her and turn back to Blake.
“No,” she grabs me by the arm. “He specifically said for you to come with me.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I am so ready for battle, these people don’t even understand.
“He said this is dangerous for both of us. And he promised to look into it for you.” Poor girl is about to cry by the time she finishes all that.
As if on cue, Emily’s cell phone starts ringing just as Blake’s done with his conversation which I completely missed. Goddamnit.
“Hi, dad,” her nervous voice is grating on my nerves. “Yeah, she’s right here.” Her eyes find mine, and I shake my head at her. I don’t want to talk to her dad, for the love of God.
Emily finally gets her spunk back just enough to force the phone against my ear, and when I feel it wanting to drop to the ground, I catch it in between my head and shoulder.
“Hi, Mr. Stewart,” I mumble into the speaker. Emily’s father has always been way too intimidating for my taste. Since becoming friends with his daughter, I did my best to keep my distance anytime he was around.
“Rebecca,” his deep voice brings my brain to attention. I am at the point where I almost want to salute him even though he can’t see me. “I told Emily you both need to be back at the hotel. She tells me you don’t want to go. What kind of nonsense is this?”
I turn my head to stare Emily down, then give her the finger.Traitor, I mouth her way, but she knows I don’t hate her, so she just shrugs apologetically.
“It’s not that I don’t want to go back, Mr. Stewart,” I try to explain to him the situation I found myself in. “My friend, he, uh, he…”
“I know what your friend got himself into, Rebecca,” his voice sounds even more impersonal now. “And I do not appreciate you putting my daughter’s life in danger while you chase around after this thug. You get into Mr. Sully’s vehicle right now, and stop asking questions. Do I make myself understood?”
“But the police won’t even…”
“Rebecca,” he interrupts me in his cold tone that just makes me grind my molars into nubs. “That’s enough. Get in that truck,” he commands.
I feel like I don’t have a choice now. It’s obvious that the reason we’ve all spent hours upon hours at the police station is because of me and my stubbornness. I just don’t understand why no one would talk to me about this.
I am so aggravated right now, I could kill people.
“Happy now?” I stare everyone down once we’re all situated in Blake Sully’s truck.
“Becca,” Emily grabs my hand, holding it in between her two. “You’re tired and stressed. We’ll try again tomorrow. My dad promised to help,” she tries to make me feel better.
“I just don’t understand how they can hold someone for attempted murder, but not listen to their witness,” I throw myself against the seat and sigh in distress. “What about his attorney?” I get animated again as the thought hits me out of nowhere. “I’ll talk to his attorney, they’ll help me, right?”
“I’d think so,” Emily agrees, but these two assholes are not talking.
“Puck,” I call out to him because I’m done with the other one. “Give me Dylan’s attorney’s number.”
