Page 52 of Nothing to Lose: Lost Trilogy: Part 1
“From me,” I inform him, but almost wish I didn’t when he stares me down from his incredible height. Puck is tall too but in a more reasonable way. “I told her,” I continue even though I want to run and hide. “I heard the detectives talking about it out in the parking lot.”
Blake’s eyes move back to Becca when she starts telling him all over again about all the ways she can help his friend, but he’s having none of it.
“The person you think you want to help doesn’t exist. Go home,” he smirks in her face, then turns around and walks away like we are not here.
“What the hell was that?” I gasp in shock.
“Hell if I know, I got an idea though,” she informs me and starts looking for her phone.
I am so worried, I can hear my heart beating in my head. It’s pounding hard enough where I feel like I need to throw up.
“What are we going to do?” I ask her. I am starting to question if we even have a role in any of this. “You do have to tell the police, right?” I wonder out loud. “I mean, it’s the law. I think. I don’t know. Is it mandatory to do it?” I stutter when she’s just staring at me like she doesn’t know me.
“Em,” she starts, and I can hear the disappointment in her voice. “A human being is sitting in jail for something he didn’t do. At least not during the time they’re accusing him of it. If it was you, wouldn’t you want to help? Have a clear conscience about it?”
Her questions take me by surprise, making me feel guilty that I just want us to take the easy way out. But what if Puck got accused of some horrendous crime when there was no way for him to do it because I’d know for a fact he didn’t do it?
I let out a long breath. “I’ll call my dad. He’ll know what we need to do next” I tell her. The relief on her face is making me feel guiltier. “You’re right,” I nod her way. “You need to talk to the police.”
“Thank you, Em.”
I nod again, then pull my phone out of my little purse. I can’t believe I still have it on me. I felt so cute and sexy earlier when I dressed up to go meet with the attorney. And look at me now, trying to help my friend get her criminal boyfriend of sorts out of jail.
With shaky hands, I unlock my phone and call my father.
“Emily,” he growls into the phone.
The anger just radiates through the phone, making me wonder what I could’ve done wrong. I give Becca an apologetic smile and motion for her to wait for me while I find a more private spot where I can talk.
“Dad, I need your help…”
“What the fuck did Puck tell you?” he spits at me. “Did he not tell you not to move from where he left you?”
“But, dad, you don’t understand…”
“I don’t understand,” he repeats my statement and laughs. It’s not the kind of laugh a person lets out when they think something is funny. No, this is the kind of laugh you release right before you snap someone’s neck.
“Dad,” I try again. “Becca…”
“I told you not to fucking come to Texas, did I not?”
“You did,” I agree.
“Do you understand the absolute cluster fuck you just landed in?” he demands to know, and yeah, I think I have some idea.
A look over my shoulder reminds me why I called him. Becca is staring at me from twenty feet away, hope and despair shining from her eyes.
“Dad, I’m really sorry.” I force my voice to sound firm and not like the little girl I feel right now. “Becca needs my help, and I am not going to leave her stranded like this in Texas, especially since I am the only reason she even came to begin with.”
Dad lets out a snort of disgust.
“Please help me help her,” I beg. “She will not let this go, and I can’t just stand by and do nothing.”
Dad finally relents and tells me where to go so we can talk with the police about Wrecker. He texts me the address while we’re still on the phone and threatens to lock me away forever if I get away from Puck again. Apparently, he’s coming for me as we speak.
“Thank you, dad. I love you.”
“Don’t make me regret it,” he grumbles. “I love you, too.”
