Emily
Logan did not talk to me for the day. He remains distant, closed off in his room. I tried to talk to him, bringing him lunch when he usually ate. He did not open the door, though, and kept me outsle and away from him.
It felt like pure torture. He must have felt like this when I was reeling from my depression, when I Isolated myself in my bedroom, not wanting to interact with the world. It’s so unfair for Him to do this. I genuinely think that he is overreacting, making a mess out of nothing.
This petty argument between us will only tear us apart. We have already felt the strain from the arguments, our relationship slowly withering away in front of our eyes. It will force us to open up the dirty in dark secrets of our past, to get over the obstacles before we are to be married.
If we are to be married, that is.
Who knows what Logan and I’d future looks like. The two of us together are either really strong or are a complete mess, polar opposites depending on what is happening in our lives.
It stresses me out to know that we are not okay. It is the last thing that I wanted to happen between us, especially now that the space has returned. Even as I pass his door, I hesitate, wanting to knock to check in on him.
I always stop myself. I can never bring myself to follow through like he did with me. It pains me that I am unable to be the wife he deserves to have, someone he can rely on in his time of need.
I chose a conservative dress that I know Logan would have approved of. It is not provocative and does not draw any attention to me. It is simple and basic.
As I walk through the doors of the hotel, no eyes on me. I do not draw tension like he claims that I do. I flatten out the wrinkles of the dress and head towards the banquet hall in the back. Inside sits a business event that Jack described.
My childhood friend waits outside the banquet hall doors. As soon as our eyes meet, his face lights up, waving at me as I approach him with some pep in my step.
“Emily!” he warmly greets me. He pulls me into his arms, the hug, comforting, everything that I needed in that moment. “you look gorgeous.”
“Oh, stop that,” I waved my hand at him, pulling away. “Let’s go inside. I would love to meet some of your coworkers!”
“let’s hit up the bar first! I am definitely going to need a drink if I’m to interact with any of the people I work with,” Jack comments. I throw my head back and laugh, slapping his arm as he guides me inside of the event.
The room is elegantly decorated. The event revolves around new technology in the medical space, new devices and machines on display as people walk about the room. Jack and I walked to the bar and take our place on stools.
“May I have the heart attack, please?” I smile at the bartender. He smiles back, nodding his head. Jack, the order in the bartender walks away.
We turn around and face the room, taking in the extra extravagant machines. I know my head, impressed by what is laid out in front of me. Looking at Jack, I offer him a kind smile.
“Thank you for inviting me,” I begin, “it really means a lot to me. needed to get out of the house.”
“Why? Are you having problems with your fiancé?” Jack asks. His eyes suddenly widen and he reaches his hands out to me, waving them in front of me. “Only answer if you want to! No pressure at all, obviously.”
I tense from his question. I am unsure on how to respond, not fully trusting him after we have been separated for decades. I shift my weight back and forth on the stool, earning a laugh from him as I purse my lips.
“Can I plead the fifth?” I ask.
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“Sure,” Jack nods with a knowing smile. He turns around and grabs our drinks for us, fumbling with one of the glasses before he passes it off to me. “Cheers!”
Our glasses collide before we bring it to our lips. I drink the red liquid, the sweet apple taste spreading across my tongue. I hum with pleasure, feeling the warmth creeped down my throat before settles into my stomach.
The heat doesn’t die down, though. I look at the cocktail, unsure what could be causing this. I set the glass back up on the bar, my hands feeling weak in my lap.
I turned to my purse, slipping my phone out from the abyss. My vision begins to sway back–and–forth, blurring, I navigate my way to Logan’s name and press on it, staring at our last few messages.
Emily: I don’t feel so good…can you come pick me up? Something Reels off.
As soon as I send the message, I feel Jack wrap his arm around my waist. He pulls me from the stool and slipped my purse over his shoulder, placing my phone back inside of the pocket. I rest my full weight onto him, tmable to feel my legs.
“What happened? How strong was that drink?” I slur my words, shaking my head.
“they were really strong. Even I feel a little something,” Jack comments. “come on, they gave me a complementary room here. Let’s go sleep it off, yeah?”
“Yeah…” I nod my head.
My entire body feels like jelly. Paranoia slips inside the back of my mind, logan’s words from earlier’s echoing in the depths of my mind.
I don’t trust any of the men in your life, he said, all of them have screwed you over.
Was he right all along? Was there truth in logan’s words that I failed to catch onto?
Jack continues to carry me towards his hotel room. The elevator ride makes me feel even more paranoid, multiple questions running throughout my mind, unsure what is going to happen to me next.
My life lately has been full of so much misfortune. I have not been able to catch a break, not even to catch my breath, as hit after hit comes after me…comes after Logan and I.
My eyes droop, unable to keep them open as Logan helps me inside of the hotel room. I stumbled towards the bed, catching myself on the soft sheets. I roll onto my bed, staring at the ceiling, watching as it floats in and out of focus, swerving back–and- forth, making me feel nauseous.
“What happened?” I ask again, my words, barely comprehensive.
My head falls to the side. I watches Jack traverses around the room, removing the tie from around his neck. He tosses it to the side as he enters the bathroom, placing his belongings onto the counter.
I shake my head. Dread overtakes my body, paranoia flooding into the depths of my mind. My eyes tear up, worsening my vision, but I’m unable to stop the tears that fall.
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