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Fuck.
I walk back into the hallway and go into the room at the other end. Heading over to the dresser, I grab the first pair of pants and T-shirt I can find. When I walk back out, she's managed to wrap the blanket around her body, and she is standing up.
“Grabbed these for you.” I hand them to her and turn my back. To give her some privacy.
"Thank you."
I turn around, and she is sitting on the couch. Her gaze is fixed on nothing, and the color is drained from her face. I walk over and sit in front of her.
"My name is Emma."
She looks me in the eye, and I can't look away. Her eyes are a deep green, and even though they look so fucking sad, they're beautiful. I wait for her to say something, but she has her eyes trained on the small hands wringing in her lap.
"I know you don't know me for shit, but I need to know what happened. Especially if you're saying to me that you aren't going to the cops. I could help you more than you know." Like castrating that asshole and making sure he never breathes again.
"I…I can't tell anyone." Her eyes don't meet mine, but I follow her gaze to the hallway where Amy's room is.
"He threaten you?" She doesn't answer. I dip my head down, so my eyes catch hers. "Tell me."
She nods as a few tears fall down her cheek.
She's in no place that I'm going to get anything out of her right now. "Tell you what. Go to bed, and we can talk this shit over in the morning. I'm gonna stay here on the couch."
Her breath catches like my offer surprises her. “No, it’s okay. We’ll be fine. He never comes back.”
My head snaps up at that sentence. “What does that mean? This shit’s happened before?” No answer. “Emma, that’s the only question you need to answer tonight from me. After that go lie down and get some much needed rest, but I need that answer.”
“Twice before.” Her voice is so quiet I almost don’t catch the response.
What the fuck? He’s done this to her three times?
“I know what you must think of me, but you don’t understand.” Tears fall freely, each one making small drops on her gray pants.
I take her hands, and at first, she jumps before looking up at me. "I think you have an amazing kid back there. I think that whenever I see you, you're always smiling. I think that whoever is doing this will regret the very day they were born when I'm done."
"You can't do anything. No one can." She stands up and walks toward the hallway. I want to go after her. I want to tell her that somehow I am going to make this shit right. I let her go, though. She needs to rest, and I need time to figure out what my next move is.
I text Dom, asking him to pull camera feeds from anywhere he can find, and let him know what he’s looking for. Anytime the club needs something tech wise we go to him. Best part is that he isn’t the kind to ask questions.
My hands scrub over my face.
Dom: What is her last name?
Me: Don’t know it
Dom: How do you know her?
Me: She lives in the building.
Dom: Watch where you choose to stick your nose brother.
Me: Yep.
I know he’s right. With all the shit the club gets into we don’t need any added attention. There is no way in hell I can just walk away from this situation, though.
I need to help her.
To make sure she’s safe.
And I don’t even know that I really understand why.
