AllFreeNovel
Share Us
He turns and looks at me, waiting for me to speak up. I get a little lost in all of the tanned muscles and ink currently on display on his bare chest.
“Need something, Emmy?” He smirks.
“No, but you need a damn shirt. And don’t you have any other colour sweatpants than grey?” I ask.
“No, I like grey. But I will put a shirt on. For you.” He walks into the closet and comes back out with a tight white V-neck on. Is he purposely messing with me?
“Better?” he asks.
“Not at all,” I grumble and roll over. I hear him laugh as he walks out the door.
* * *
“No, stop. Trent, stop. Please, I didn’t mean to. I’ll fix it,” I beg him. He doesn’t listen.
“You fucking stupid whore. How fucking hard is it to place the damn towels on the towel rail. Look at them.” He shoves my head into the rail.
I hear the crunch of bone, a searing pain tearing at my face. I scream. Blood pours out of my nose.
Trent lets go of the hold he has on my hair and I fall to the floor, landing on my hands and knees.
“Now you’ve gone and made a bigger fucking mess. The shit better be fucking cleaned up when I get back.” I see his booted foot come for my head. I scream.
I jolt up in the bed. Someone is screaming. Who’s screaming? The door bursts open and Josh runs in, holding a gun directly at me. Dean comes in after him. Both men stop when they see me. Josh scans the room quickly then lowers the firearm, his jaw tense.
“Fuck!” Josh screams. He turns and punches the wall behind him, not just once but three times.
“Josh, calm the fuck down, now,” Dean growls.
I just sit in the middle of the bed, watching. Waiting. I don’t know exactly what I’m waiting for, but I’m waiting. Josh places the gun down on the dresser. His icy blue eyes stare, meeting mine.
I’ve made him angry again. All I ever seem to do is make people angry. I don’t know what to say, what to do, so I just sit and wait.
“Emily, are you okay?” Dean asks me. I nod my head, but I don’t take my eyes off Josh.
“Good. Joshua, a word.” Dean walks out of the room. I think that Josh is going to follow his brother, but when he gets to the door, he slams it shut and locks it instead. He bangs his forehead on it a few times before turning back around and heading to the bed.
I should be looking for a way to get out of here. Any normal person would not want to be alone in a locked room with Josh right now. He’s acting like a caged lion, ready to rip the head off anyone who’s close. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little unsure. Not scared. I’ve never been truly scared of Josh, but unsure.
I’m unsure of what’s going through his head. I’m unsure of what I should be doing to help him.
“Josh, I need you to tell me what to do. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.” I’m trying to not let the tears fall—trying and failing miserably.
Josh comes and sits on the bed, pulling me into his lap. He brushes the sweaty hair out of my face. I still slightly flinch when his hand reaches up. He doesn’t mention my reaction, just continues to brush the hair off my face.
“You don’t have to do anything, Emmy. You aren’t meant to do anything. I’m sorry if I scared you. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry that I can’t slay the demons that haunt you in your sleep.”
“It’s not your fault,” I tell him.
“It is. If I didn’t make you leave, if I had just kept you back then…” His words trail off but I know what he doesn’t say.
How can he possibly think any of this is his fault? This is my fault. I should have been smarter, gotten out sooner.
“Josh, it’s not your fault. Whatever choices were made, I made them, not you.” I take hold of his hands. “Can we go back to the farm?” I ask, wanting to change the subject, and maybe distract him from his own thoughts.
“Yeah, let’s shower then we’ll head back.” Right as we are about to get up, the door opens.
“What the fuck! Josh, out. Emily and I are having a girls’ morning. We will accept a delivery of mimosas.” Ella comes barrelling in with her hands full of bags.
