Page 53 of Wyatt & Weston
“Emma,” Weston says my name with so much panicked relief.
I throw myself into his arms and he catches me easily.
“Hellcat, are you okay?” Wyatt rubs my back as I cling to Weston like he’s my life raft.
“No,” I sob into Weston’s shoulder, the shock starting to wear off.
“What happened?” Wyatt asks. “Hadley called us, said she was coming out of the diner and that Greg had his fucking hands on you.”
“He tried to make me leave with him,” I tell them in between sobs. “He wouldn’t take no for an answer.”
“Did he hurt you?” Weston growls. “Did he lay his fucking hands on you?”
I nod, pulling back and showing them my arm. There’s red prints where his fingers were, and it’s already starting to bruise.
“I’m going to fucking kill him,” Wyatt snarls.
“Not if I fucking do it first,” Weston promises.
“You can’t fucking avoid your life forever, Emma,” Greg shouts. I look over to see Greg being loaded into the back of the ambulance, handcuffed to the stretcher. “It’s not a fucking game!”
Swallowing hard, it hits me just how much power Greg actually has. He’s going to cry to his parents who will call mine and then I’ll get my ass handed to me.
How dare I not be the pristine, perfect daughter they want.
There’s no way he’s just going to let Hadley get away with what she did.
My eyes sting with tears as a new wave of fear hits me for my new friend.
“Fuck you, you stupid sack of shit!” Weston shouts as they close the doors and the ambulance takes off.
The next hour is filled with questions from the police, Hadley and I replaying everything as best as we can before the police take pictures of the marks on my arm. The guys are glued to my side the whole time. I’m glad they are because I don’t think I’d be able to keep it together if it wasn’t for their strength.
Thankfully, they didn’t arrest Hadley, but they did have to take her down to the station until they get Greg’s side of the story.
“She’ll be fine,” Wyatt says as my body fills with dread watching her leave in the back of the cop car. “Dad’s gonna go down there and meet her.”
“You should go too,” I sniff, wiping my eyes at tears I didn’t know were falling.
“Hadley is a lot stronger than you might think. You're the one who needs us more,” Weston says.
“She just shot a man. That's got to be a lot on a person,” I huff.
“It’s not her first time.” Wyatt attempts a grin.
“And it probably won’t be the last.” Weston chuckles.
My eyes widen. “Do I even wanna know?”
“A story for another day.” Weston pulls me back into his arms and kisses the top of my head.
“We got everything we need from you. If we have any more questions, we'll call,” the nice cop who’s been talking to us tells me.
“Thanks.” I give him a smile, but it takesa lot of effort.
“Come on, Hellcat. Let us take you home.”
I feel a little numb as the guys help me into the truck, sandwiching me between the two of them. Tears fill my eyes as we pull out of the parking lot, my eyes on the discarded food on the ground. I must be in shock still, because all I can think about is how much of a waste that good food is, and now I’m fucking crying again.
