Second in Command

Chapter 4

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       Somehow I could move again, and before I knew it, I was ripping my arm from his strong, almost urgent, grip, and running out the door. It was only a matter of time before the tears I was holding back would start rushing out, and I am not a pretty crier.

       "Emme!" I heard Cameron call from behind me, hearing his voice after so many years, just serving as another reminder of why I needed to get the hell away from here. I quickly opened my car door and got in, slamming the door shut and starting the engine with a turn of the keys. "Emme! Wait, let me explain!" Cameron yelled, catching up to me while I was waiting for the car to start. He put his hand on the side of the shiny silver Honda Civic, almost as if he could stop me from driving away.

        "Explain what? Why you left without a word? Or why you just picked up and went away right after I told you that I loved you? Your actions seemed to explain plenty," I laughed coldly, pushing his hand off my car and pulling out the driveway as quickly as I could.

        I drove wildly through the black, starry night, not stopping even when I passed my dimly glowing house. All of a sudden, everything just hit me again, forcing me to stop. The traitorous tears I had been holding back poured down my cheeks, and I couldn't breathe as if my throat was closed off. I felt light headed and dizzy, everything going in and out of focus, while my head was pounding as if everything was just too bright. My stomach did summersaults and back handsprings as I just sat there in my car, hugging myself, all the while sobbing like a maniac. I gasped for air, trying to take deep breaths and calm myself down.

         It's okay Em. You've made it this far without him. You don't need him. He doesn't need you and that's fine because you're better off without him. I thought, trying to stop the bawling and wheezing coming out from me, but deep inside it was like I almost expected something like this to happen. And I knew that a part of me wanted to go back to him. To believe that he was here for me, to just hug him tight as if he really did love me too, and that maybe he had a reasonable explanation for everything. I rocked myself softly in the front seat, looking up at the sky through the open sun roof, all those glittering stars scattered across the black and dark purple streaked sky. How. Why. Why now. Why me. I thought bitterly, everything in my body telling me just to scream into the darkness.

          Slowly, my loud, ugly sobs subsided into soft sniffles and quiet whimpers, as I reached up to dry my tears, sure the mascara I had so diligently applied only hours before, was smeared. After starting the engine again, I wiped my nose with the back of my hand. Okay, I know it's gross, but we all do it. All of a sudden, as I was about to pull out of the neighborhood I had parked in, I saw a shadow move a few meters away from my car.

           "Hello?" I called out cautiously, grabbing a long, thin, black umbrella from the backseat, holding it out warily, and waving it around. "Who's there?" I added loudly, watching as the dark figure made its way out of the shadows and into the dim street lights, revealing the face of Jackson. With a sigh of relief, I threw the umbrella down into the back again, slumping back into the seat. "Jackson, what are you doing here?" I said hurriedly, glad for the cover of night, realizing how horrible I must look.

             "Well, since you asked babe, I was on my way to the party, when I saw you run out the door. And being the gentleman that I am, I decided to follow you," Jackson said, running a hand through his golden brown hair, his light blue, almost grey eyes shining from the flickering street lamps, and his face adorned with his trademark smirk.

             "You're ever so sweet," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes at his boyish arrogance, "but I don't need a knight in shining armor. I'm not a damsel in distress, so if you would be ever so kind as to move yourself so I could get myself away from you, that would be much appreciated," I said sweetly, trying to cover up the fact that I was just crying my eyes out, as I matched his smirk with my own innocent, yet playful smile.

              "Whatever you say, princess," Jackson smiled, yet not making any sign of moving. My phone suddenly vibrated loudly from my purse, breaking the almost mesmerizing silence of the night. Hurriedly pulling it out, I turned it on to see a text from Lauren:

Where r u?

              Deftly, moving my fingers across the keyboard, I lied, saying that I headed home because my mom was having company over and she wanted them to meet me, making it sound like I wished I was at the party. In reality, my mom was hardly ever home, but no one knew that besides me and my dad, so it was a safe excuse.

           "Who was that?" Jackson asked, trying to peer inside the car to check my phone.

           "No one," I said defensively, stuffing my phone back into my purse. "Now will you please move?" I sighed.

           "Nope," Jackson said, popping the p, casually leaning against the car his hands in the pockets of the pockets of his black jacket.

           "Jackson. Please, I'm not really in the mood,"

          "You okay princess?" Jackson said curiously, leaning in slightly through the window so he could see me better.

          "Define okay. Listen, I just need to get home okay? I don't really want to talk," I said, hoping he'd get the hint to get lost.

          "Whatever you say princess," Jackson said, his expression a mixture between sympathy and empathy, as he walked away smoothly and quickly, not leaving room for me to answer. With a sigh, I turned the car around and started driving back home slowly, letting everything that had just happened sink in.

            When I got to my house, I pulled up the driveway and walked in through the garage door, turning on the kitchen lights so I could grab a quick snack before I headed up to do some homework, listen to sad slow music, look up sad Pinterest quotes, and probably cry some more. Me being one of the most popular girls at our school, you probably expected some typical glamorous life, and sorry to disappoint, but as you can probably tell today wasn't exactly "typical". All the lights were off, so I assumed my dad was asleep so I couldn't tell him about today's events. Surprisingly, my dad and I had a pretty good relationship and we told each other everything, at least as much as we could, considering he was a surgeon and he was rarely home, but at least it was more than my mom who was constantly traveling doing who knows what for her private practice.

          Eyeing a tub of ice cream, I figured that I deserved it, making a mental note to go for an extra run to burn off that creamy cold goodness. Taking a metal spoon, the ice cream, and my backpack upstairs to my room, I made sure to turn off the kitchen light so I didn't disturb my dad, who worked long hours. I turned on the light in my bedroom and settled down under the fluffy covers duvet, opening my laptop. I cracked open the new pint of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, and plugged my earbuds in, opening Spotify. With a sigh, I stabbed my spoon into the slightly melted, soft, sweet goodness. Remembering my phone, I pulled it out of my purse, turning it on to see all the missed texts and calls, even a few from Cameron. I deleted his contact from my phone a long time ago, but I'd dialed that number so many times before I knew it by heart. I turned my phone on do not disturb, and put it on my night stand, snuggling in deeper under the cream colored duvet.

         This was going to be one heck of a night.

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