Emery's Story

Ch. 29

"Yep. Now, girl names." I say, laying in bed with Nixon. After the incident at the mall and wanting to avoid a fight I made him take me home. Now, we are laying in bed discussing our unborn children. Not my idea, Nixon insisted. I was hoping to freak him out at least a little. Boy did I get the reaction I wanted when I mentioned having a girl.

He groans. "I like, Don't touch my Fucking Daughter Ross. It has a nice ring to it."

"Honey, Its too long I don't want her to get made fun of." I say, sarcastically.

He laughs. "Fine. DTMFD Ross."

I slap his chest nope, I don't like it."

"What do you like?"

"I like Alicia." 

"Fine, but out of the house I'm calling her Don't Touch My Fucking Daughter." He grumbles. I laugh. "I don't know why your laughing. You know how much shit your going to have to do to keep me from killing every male that looks in her direction?"

"I can handle you just fine." I reply, smugly.

My phone rings and I answer it. "Emmy! Why the hell am I just now hearing about the break in at your house?" Mark yells.

"Honestly, I thought Amber would have called you."

"Well she didn't." He replies, angrily.

"Sorry, its all taken care of anyway. I'm moving in with Nixon and Amber is staying with her parents until they find the guy."

"Well call if you need anything." He replies, somewhat sadly.

"I will. Thanks Mark." I hang up and look at Nixon. I wait for him to complain, but he doesn't.

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Nixon was gone to work by the time I woke up. He left a lovely note telling me to keep my beautiful ass at home. I crumple the paper and throw it away.

I walk down to the kitchen and look around for food. Looks like Nixon didn't go grocery shopping. There's absolutely no food. I decide to go back to bed. I sleep for another two hours and shower.

I call and order a pepperoni pizza, hot wings and a two liter of soda. Thankfully the TV was set up and cable was hooked up. I watch a rerun of family guy until the door bell rings.

I walk to the door and see Anthony standing with my pizza. "Hey, how are you?" I ask, smiling at him.

"Good. What are you going here?" He questions.

"This is Nixon's place, but I'm moving in. Come in I need to get my purse." I reply, walking back upstairs. I open my purse trying to find my wallet, I locate it and stand up. I turn and jump seeing Anthony leaning on the door frame. "You scared me."

"Sorry." I wave away his apology and take money out of my wallet. It's not his fault I'm extra jumpy lately.

"What did you mean you were moving in?"

"Oh, Nixon and I are engaged." I realize, I haven't seen him in almost a week. Usually I see him every three days, I love pizza that much.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I show him my ring." He looks, angry but like he's trying to hide it. Just like Nixon does. "Are you okay?" I ask, backing away. I look at his hair and build. No. No way was it him. He didn't break in to my condo we're friends.

"When did you start seeing him?" He questions, coming into the room.

"Pretty much since the day he moved in." I answer, feeling the back of my legs hit the bed.

His jaw is clinched together tightly I see the veins of his neck popping out as he walks even closer. "I've been trying to get you to notice me for three years." He says, slowly. He closes his eyes them opens them refocusing on me. "I'm not waiting anymore."

"Your the one who broke in. You took my underwear." I state, feeling a my panic rise. He smiles at me.

"I had a lot of fun in your room. Amber must have seen me, huh?" I saw the cops." I nod. "Well, I get more then your underwear now." He tackles me onto the bed. I scream and fight him, but he pins my arms back with little effort. His mouth is on mine roughly kissing me and licking my lips. I keep my mouth closed which only makes him more angry and aggressive. He holds my hand in one of his as his other rakes over my body. He's breathing hard as he tries to push up my shirt.

"No, Stop. Please." I beg, but he only grunts and continues. Suddenly I feel his weight lifted off of me and I see Nixon on top of his punching him continuously. I finally move and pick up the phone dialing 911.

Nixon stands up, I see that's he furious. Anthony, it's knocked out his face bloody and swollen. "Are you okay, princess." He asks, coming to the bed.

"Yeah, he didn't get far." I mutter. He wraps his arms around me and I cry.

Minutes later I hear the police sirens and a knock at the door. Nixon stands up and calls down to them. Two police officers come into the room and Nixon explains what happened. They ask me a few questions and call an ambulance for Anthony.

My dad and uncle show up. Nixon must have called them at some point. I sit on the couch wrapped in Nixon's arms, feeling completely safe.