Logan
As soon as Emily took her spot in the passenger side of Michael’s car, I have not been able to contain the erratic anger that forms and bubbles inside of my chest. I know that it has blossom from a place of pure and utter jealousy, over the fact that I am unable to keep Emily near me at all times, that she is willing to give her fill attention to a man that she claims to no longer love while denying me the honor of being in her presence.
It kills me that I cannot control the people in our life. I never want to control her, knowing that it is the one thing that will truly force her out of my life if I make her feel like a pawn in a game that she does not want to be a part of, but I wish that I can control the board around her. My feelings for her have never been stronger and I can’t help but feel that stinging sensation of rejection form across my skin.
Something is bound to happen with Michael. By himself, he is slimy and scummy, and I would give up everything if it meant that I could take him down once and for all. There are unknown factors to this, though, that I know are currently working. against Emily and I.
Chloe, Hannah, and Philip are pieces on the board that I never know what their next move is going to be. Sure, I was able to get information out of Chloe that will help with Emily’s case against her and her family, but there is always the uncertainty that they are lurking in the shadows, that they have their dirty hands mixed into people’s lives and motivations.
I have no control over them. There is no way for me to fully protect my fiancée as she has driven away from my office, distance feeling between us, my heart slowly shriveling in its place, unable to beat properly.
I remember the way Emily’s lips feel on mine. The soft skin and sweet taste of cherry from her lipstick forever burned into the memory of my mind. I remember the way that my heart was beating out of my chest, the way my breath hitched when she pulled me back in for more, allowing me more access to the vulnerable side of her that only I get to see.
Our relationship began to blossom at that point. It had become something more than just a contracted relationship, something more than pretending to be in love for the cameras and flashing lights of photographers and the press. Emily and I had finally begun to build something between us, to work for the love that had formed with each and every kiss that we have shared.
I wish that she would’ve let me go with her. At least take one of my Delta officers to accompany her on her way home or to the café that she wanted. I never should have left her alone to go with Michael, the possibilities of her coming to any kind of harm being all too real in the back of my mind.
I had to excuse myself for the rest of the day, unable to focus on the work at hand. Whispers, primarily from Carla, erupt from around the office. Rumors of Emily and I’s whirlwind romance, coming to its devastating end. All of which our stories orchestrated to turn the rest of my employees and trusted advisors against me in my marriage with the woman I love.
Hours go by and Emily is nowhere to be seen. The sun has begun to set beyond the horizon, it’s bright sunlight hidden behind the environment around my house. I order food for the two of us, knowing that she is bound to be hungry – starving, even once she comes back home.
But she never does.
Emily does not walk through the doors of the house. I do not hear the sound of her heels against the wooden floors nor do I hear her simple existence inside of our shared home.
It is unsettling to say the least, to know that she is not where she should be. Again, I do not wish to control controller, but I do wish that she would have communicated with me that she will not be home at a reasonable hour, that she will be back late into
the night.
That is, unless, she is somewhere where I can’t reach her. If she has been taken away from the face of the Earth, hidden behind bars or very deep beneath the Earth, where nobody can find her.
What if something happened to Emily? What if she is out there somewhere, in desperate need of my help, and I am not there to help her? She could be hurt or worse…dead.
The thought of Emily being in harms way, makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. It sends chills down my spine,
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goosebumps, taking over my body. I should send Delta officer after her. Just to go out and see where exactly she is and if she is okay.
No. That would violate any and all trust that I have built with her. She is a smart woman, she knows how to get out of tricky situations and is more than capable of handling her own problems without my help. She has made sure that I am aware of that, especially when she took down Iris at work.
I stare at the cold food on the table. The candles that I have lit have finally burnt out, the wick no longer lit as time has passed me by.
Should I give up? Is this something that I should continue to worry over? Or should I allow myself to be free from the constant anxiety and nervousness that courses throughout my body over the fact that I am unable to be at her side, to be somebody that she can lean on and rely upon when she needs it the most.
It is killing me that I have no idea where she is right now. The anxiety that forms in the back of my mind doubles in size. I stand from the table and walk away, having to force myself to do something else rather than sit here and move constantly think about negative outcomes to the situation.
I checked my phone one last time. A silent prayer, leaving the depths of my mind, hoping that Emily has broken her silence and has decided to ask me to come help her.
My messages are empty. My body runs cold. This is so unlike her.
I should go out and find her, right? It is better to be safe than it is to be sorry. I think I can find a way to bring myself back into her arms, but I am unsure if it is something that she actually wants
Maybe she is dealing with personal issues right now. Maybe she just needs a day of privacy where she’s free from the expectations from the world that surrounds her
I step into my bedroom, ready to call it a night and disappear into sleep when my phone rings. I go still, unable to bring myself to snatch my phone in my pocket. Once the feeling comes back to my limbs, I peel the phone from my pocket and bring it up to
message attached. my face, an unknown number plastered across the screen with an ominous
You deserve to see the truth behind Emily.
