the police right away and had Michael track you down to make sure you were okay. I stayed in the driveway, waiting for the cops to come or for her to make her move. I didn’t even get out of the car.” He swallows hard as both Kate and I stare at him, waiting to hear what happened.
“They spent over an hour searching but they couldn’t find her anywhere.” He finally looks at me with his soft blue eyes and rests his hand on my knee, trying to console me or trying to find comfort, I can’t tell which. “That’s why it took me so long to get to you. I didn’t want her to follow me and confront you.” I look at him with a mix of confusion and fear in my eyes. Confront me?
“But she did follow you.” Kate mumbles under her breath.
“I know.” He swallows hard and frowns. His eyes are full of anguish. He looks completely broken down and abandoned. A moment of silence passes. I feel completely overwhelmed, the tears return and I sob, heaving my body into the seat.
“I would never hurt you Emma. I love you. I swear I didn’t cheat on you. Please forgive me.” He sounds desperate again, but his voice calms me.
I helplessly weep as I feel Thomas’ strong arms around me, holding me steady, calming my shaking body. I feel his soft lips on my shoulders, kissing the exposed skin.
“I would never do anything to hurt you.” He whispers to me.
He puts his warm hand on my face and pulls me up to his lips. His thumb rubs my ear and then moves through my hair and down my neck. I didn’t realize how much I needed his touch. A wholehearted feeling of exhaustion overwhelms me as I descend into his arms.
THOMAS TAKES ME BY THE WAIST as I slip out of the passenger seat, cursing my drunkenness and attempting to wrap my head around this dreadful evening. Part of me wants to push him away and smack him across his gorgeous face, but I need his comforting touch. All of this is too much for me to handle, my head is pounding and comprehending everything is too overwhelming. I recap the night as we clamor on the paved parking lot towards the entrance: he has not cheated on me, a psychotic ex released the photos, she also went to see him yesterday to try to get him back, and she broke into Kate’s house after breaking into our home to do God knows what. The last one is the most disturbing. My mind twists the endless possibilities of what could have happened if Thomas hadn’t seen her in the window, if he had walked into the house with her waiting in some dark corner for him. What if I hadn’t seen her through Kate’s window? What would she have done? I have to shake the insufferable thoughts away. I wish I could wake up and all of this would just be one sickening nightmare, a tiny blip of unconscious horror.
He leads the way with me in his arms and Kate staggering in her heels by his side. No one speaks; the atmosphere that was once a mix of fury and sadness is now a horrid mess of fear, shock, and confusion. I’m all of these emotions, but worse of all I’m drunk. I’m angry that we’re in this situation, but I don’t think I should be angry towards Thomas. Yes, he was a careless asshole who slept around, but that was years ago. I wish there was a way to make all of this go away. As I think it over in my head, if everything that he’s saying is true, Thomas has done nothing to warrant my aggression, at least not since he’s known me. Yet, I have been verbally and physically abusive, even as he was trying to get me out of harms way. I can’t imagine what Thomas must think of me right now. Again, I feel sickened; this time shame accompanies the unpleasant response.
Thomas takes off his jacket and places it around my sh oulders, holding onto me tight. It’s only when I see Kate shivering that I realize how cold it is. It’s not snowing but the wind is bitter. I pick up my pace towards the entrance to the
“They spent over an hour searching but they couldn’t find her anywhere.” He finally looks at me with his soft blue eyes and rests his hand on my knee, trying to console me or trying to find comfort, I can’t tell which. “That’s why it took me so long to get to you. I didn’t want her to follow me and confront you.” I look at him with a mix of confusion and fear in my eyes. Confront me?
“But she did follow you.” Kate mumbles under her breath.
“I know.” He swallows hard and frowns. His eyes are full of anguish. He looks completely broken down and abandoned. A moment of silence passes. I feel completely overwhelmed, the tears return and I sob, heaving my body into the seat.
“I would never hurt you Emma. I love you. I swear I didn’t cheat on you. Please forgive me.” He sounds desperate again, but his voice calms me.
I helplessly weep as I feel Thomas’ strong arms around me, holding me steady, calming my shaking body. I feel his soft lips on my shoulders, kissing the exposed skin.
“I would never do anything to hurt you.” He whispers to me.
He puts his warm hand on my face and pulls me up to his lips. His thumb rubs my ear and then moves through my hair and down my neck. I didn’t realize how much I needed his touch. A wholehearted feeling of exhaustion overwhelms me as I descend into his arms.
THOMAS TAKES ME BY THE WAIST as I slip out of the passenger seat, cursing my drunkenness and attempting to wrap my head around this dreadful evening. Part of me wants to push him away and smack him across his gorgeous face, but I need his comforting touch. All of this is too much for me to handle, my head is pounding and comprehending everything is too overwhelming. I recap the night as we clamor on the paved parking lot towards the entrance: he has not cheated on me, a psychotic ex released the photos, she also went to see him yesterday to try to get him back, and she broke into Kate’s house after breaking into our home to do God knows what. The last one is the most disturbing. My mind twists the endless possibilities of what could have happened if Thomas hadn’t seen her in the window, if he had walked into the house with her waiting in some dark corner for him. What if I hadn’t seen her through Kate’s window? What would she have done? I have to shake the insufferable thoughts away. I wish I could wake up and all of this would just be one sickening nightmare, a tiny blip of unconscious horror.
He leads the way with me in his arms and Kate staggering in her heels by his side. No one speaks; the atmosphere that was once a mix of fury and sadness is now a horrid mess of fear, shock, and confusion. I’m all of these emotions, but worse of all I’m drunk. I’m angry that we’re in this situation, but I don’t think I should be angry towards Thomas. Yes, he was a careless asshole who slept around, but that was years ago. I wish there was a way to make all of this go away. As I think it over in my head, if everything that he’s saying is true, Thomas has done nothing to warrant my aggression, at least not since he’s known me. Yet, I have been verbally and physically abusive, even as he was trying to get me out of harms way. I can’t imagine what Thomas must think of me right now. Again, I feel sickened; this time shame accompanies the unpleasant response.
Thomas takes off his jacket and places it around my sh oulders, holding onto me tight. It’s only when I see Kate shivering that I realize how cold it is. It’s not snowing but the wind is bitter. I pick up my pace towards the entrance to the
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