Whispers Of The Heart

Chapter 14

I tightened my grip on the steering wheel. She had mentioned attending a party with her boyfriend and friends earlier. Who had given her the drink? Who had allowed her to leave alone in such a vulnerable state?

The desire to lash out, to inflict pain upon whoever had endangered her, consumed me like a raging inferno.

The car came to a halt at the red light, I couldn't help but steal a quick glance in Emery's direction. There she sat, wrapped in my coat. The sight of her with my coat draped over her shoulders stirred a tumult of emotions within me.

But she remained silent, her gaze fixed on the world outside the window. I knew her well enough to recognize the telltale signs – the quiver of her lip, the furrowed brow – she was fighting back tears, struggling to contain the storm raging within her.

As the red light turned green, I reluctantly shifted my focus back to the road. In five minutes, we arrived at her house, the journey filled with a deafening silence that echoed the storm raging within her.

Without hesitation, I quickly got out of the car and hurried around to open the door for her.I noticed She made a move to step out barefoot.

"Put your shoes on" I urged, as I watched her hesitantly holding her shoes in her hand.

"Why?" she countered wearily,

"Because you can't walk barefoot,"

"I don't want to put them on"

"Why not?" I pressed, my patience waning as I struggled to understand her resistance.

"I'm too tired" she confessed.

With a frustrated sigh, I couldn't help but feel a surge of frustration mingled with empathy for her exhaustion. I gently took her shoes from her hands.

Carefully, I began to slip them onto her feet, noting the pink color of her toe nails—a detail that brought a small smile to my lips. She had always loved pink.

Once her shoes were on, I stood up and turned around, gesturing for her to hop on like we used to when we were kids, a nostalgic attempt to make the situation easier for her.

Despite my frustration, I couldn't bear to see her struggle, and the memory of our carefree childhood days flooded my mind, reminding me of simpler times when a simple gesture could erase any worries or fears.

There was a brief hesitation, but she complied, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips "This is fun"

Despite the weight of the situation, her playful demeanor brought a sense of comfort to my troubled heart. But as I guided her towards the door, her warmth pressing against me, I couldn't ignore the flutter of emotions swirling inside me.

her presence had a magnetic pull on me, stirring feelings I had long tried to suppress.

Ignoring the electric sensation of touching her thighs, the softness of her skin, I kept my focus on guiding her towards the door.

This is torture.

Together, we made our way to her front door, the absence of her parents casting a shadow over the scene. In a way, I couldn't help but feel relieved that they weren't here to witness Emery in her current state. I doubted they would be pleased to see her like this.

Standing by the front door, I gently lowered her to the ground and turned to her "Where are your keys?" It was then that I noticed she didn't have her purse with her, only her phone clutched tightly in her hand.

Emery's brows furrowed in confusion as she checked her pockets- well, the ones of my coat she was wearing, in a futile attempt to locate her keys. "I don't know," she admitted, shrugging.