Before It Ends • Hessa • Emery Scott

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"Okay, drive safe." Uncle Landon says, waving at me.

"Tell Tessa I said hi and I'm planning on coming over there soon."

"I will." Dad nods, opening the door and I follow him out to his black old car that he won't seem to part with.

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EMERY.

I don't think I've ever been this frustrated. Why the fuck wouldn't he just tell me what was wrong? I think I have a right to know what the fuck has happened to his mom. He knows what happened to mine.

It's shitty of him to tell me everything is fine and then to leave all of the sudden. Like fuck, if everything is fine then where the fuck are you going in a rush?

I run my hand through my hair as I pace in the hotel room. I wouldn't be surprised if I've carved a path into the wood with my feet. That's how long I've been fucking walking. I'm anxious, fucking angry, and worried.

What if Chris isn't dead and he went after Cole's family too? What if my mom was told he was dead but in reality it was just another one of his bitches helping him out. It sounds like one of those action movies... but they had to have gotten the idea somewhere. This must've happened before and I have a feeling it's happening now.

But if that's the case then I am more than fucking angry... I am fucking livid. Chris is my responsibility. He has no right to keep something like that from me. Especially if he has hurt someone else, which would be my fault yet again.

I stop pacing and sit in a chair beside the window, looking out of the window, looking down two stories to the parking lot. Just fucking get here already.

Not only did he leave in a rush but he left me with no car. I'm kind of stuck here waiting for him.

Waiting for him. God, I hate that so fucking much. I have to wait for him. I have no other choice but to lean myself onto him and hope he doesn't let me fall. Fuck that shit. I'm independent and I think I lost that when I met Cole. He can't take my independence. I won't let him.

Soon he'll have my independence, my love, and my life and that's exactly what I'm afraid of.

I don't trust him with it. I never have, never will. I'm not getting trapped in a relationship, because relationships like that are rigged. No matter how much you love or care for the person, you always get out heartbroken. Always.

I let out a sigh as I lean my head onto the window, pulling my knees up to my chest. I suddenly don't feel angry anymore. All I feel is sadness creep around in my stomach and chest.I look up to the sky and the sun is in the middle of the sky, which means it's probably around two. He has been gone for two hours. Two fucking hours.

I shut my eyes, my eyes burning with satisfaction. I am very tired. This shit has really stressed me out. Almost more than what happened to mom. Because I actually knew what happened and didn't have to make up worse scenarios to fill in the blanks.

I'm a professional at filling in the blanks with the worst scenarios. I wouldn't be surprised if I won first place in a worst scenarios contest— if that was even a thing.

I feel my mind begin to slow down with thoughts, my brain finally realizing that I'm not going to open my eyes for a while.

Push up, his hand latched onto my hip pressing me down against him. Let out a breath. Go up and repeat.

The burning in my stomach. The feeling of his skin on mine. The sweat and the smell. The thoughts of him wanting this just as much as I do.

My hand in his hair. His hot breath on my neck. His moans whispered into my ear. Up and down and repeat.