I shook my head. “There are some people I wanted to say hi to anyway. Let’s go.”
Emory
Present
“Emmy, wake up!” someone called, shaking my body.
My eyes popped open, and I startled, turning over. “What? Who is that?”
It wasn’t Will’s voice.
I sat up, rubbing my eyes as someone turned on the lamp, and I looked up, seeing Rory and Micah walking around my room.
I reached for my new glasses and slipped them on. “What are you guys doing?”
“Will’s been arrested.” Micah tossed me some clothes. “He started a fire at the Cove.”
Huh? “The Cove?”
I held the clothes to my chest, trying to make sense out of what they were telling me, my chest slowly constricting.
He started a fire at the Cove? And he was now sitting in jail?
Son of a bitch. I growled, shooting off the bed. “One day! Not even one day back in town and he’s back in a cell!” I unhooked my overalls and pulled on the black, long-sleeved shirt. “Ugh!”
They spun around, and I dropped the overalls, slipping into the jeans and pulling on Alex’s sneakers before I tied up my hair into a ponytail.
In jail… Tears welled. Not again.
“Do you know who arrested him?” I asked.
“We don’t know this town,” Micah snapped, tossing me a jacket. “Damon is going to try to get him out, but we told him to wait. We wanted to get you.”
I shook my head. “I’m going to kill him. What the hell is wrong with him?”
I zipped up the jacket and headed out of the room with them, jogging up the stairs.
I should let him sit there. This one was on him. An endless cycle of not being accountable or controlling his behavior. This wasn’t a choice. It was a habit, and I didn’t need this shit in my life.
He was a man? He was going to be a father someday? Yeah, right.
I kicked the door open. Motherf—.
“Let’s go,” I told them, running out of the house and into the driveway.
Damon stood next to a G-Class that looked a lot like the one Michael drove in high school, and I had no idea where everyoneelse was, but he saw me and immediately straightened.
“No way in hell. She’s not coming,” he said.
I grabbed the keys out of his hand and walked around the front of the car. “She’s driving, actually.”
“Nah-uh. No.”
I looked at him over the hood. “What are you going to do?” I challenged. “I sent him to jail. You tried to kill him. You really gonna argue with me right now?”
If I didn’t have a right, then neither did he.
He twisted his lips to the side, giving me that “eyes-falling-down-my body-to-inspect-the-competition-with-a-side-of-judgment” look, but he shut his damn mouth.