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Chapter 129
Emily
Michael’s car is exactly the way I left it all of those weeks ago. Fancy and expensive car fragrances sit inside of the air conditioning holes, the familiar smell, adding to the paranoia that begins to butt on the inside of my head. Even the passenger seat feels like a trap, the soft plush of the chair, luring me into a false sense of security as Michael gets into the driver side beside
- me.
I take one last look outside of the window, looking up at Logan’s office. The darkened and blurry figure looms in the middle of the window, looking down at us. I cannot see his face, but I do know that he is there, watching me as I make this reckless choice.
I slipped my phone from my bag, quickly moving to the messages that he and I have shared ever since he puts an engagement ring on my finger. I quickly type in a short message for him to read wanting to try and lessen the bitter blow of me willingly getting into my ex–fiancé’s car.
Emily: He just showed up out of nowhere. I agreed to go with him so I wouldn’t cause a scene or any bad press for us.
I watch as the dots from his end of the line appear, the man slowly typing out his message as my heart pounds on the inside of my chest. The car begins to move with Michael talking but I do not pay attention to him, just the three dots that appear then disappear just to show up all over again, leaving me in a state of limbo.
Logan: Stay safe. Call me if you need anything or if I need to come pick you up.
His message immediately calms my body down. The ringing I once heard in my ears quickly dissipates as I slip my phone back into my work bag, turning my head ever so slightly to look at Michael in the driver’s seat.
He has gone quiet. It is probably because he realized that I was not paying attention to him, my focus on my phone and the man that he simply cannot stand to see win me over. His jaw is clenched and he tightly grips the steering wheel.
“Where are you taking me?” I ask in an attempt to try and relieve some of the tension that has filled inside of the car, formed between him and I.
that has
“I thought that I could take you someplace where it can be just the two of us,” Michael begins to speak, barely looking in my direction as he takes a quick turn down the road, “someplace that we can talk with nobody there to listen.”
“I am not going back to your home, Michael,” I firmly state, “take us to a restaurant or something. We can have an early lunch or something. I hope you can understand why I do not wish to be alone with you.‘
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Michael does not respond. All he does is simply not his head and allow the uncomfortable and ugly silence to fester between us. I turn forward and stair straight ahead of the road, unsure of what to do or saying this moment to try and make things easier for me in the long run, not wishing to anger, Michael, more than I already have.
At the end of the day, I do not need another enemy on my list to constantly be worrying about. The love that I once had for Michael is gone, vanished as soon as I saw him and Chloe in the same bed together, but I do not wish to become his foe in the story of his life.
The car comes to a slow stop in front of a bar. The outside is less than ideal, dingy, and dirty with a few of the lights on the fritz. It is quite uncomfortable to look at let alone have to walk inside, the dark exterior matching the interior of the run down bar.
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