Page 93 of Nothing to Lose: Lost Trilogy: Part 1
I park behind Emily’s car so that whoever is visiting can get out easily. It must be some friend from work.
I grab the pizza box and decide to come back for my bag after I ate because I am about to pass out from hunger at this point.
When I bang my fist against the door and there’s no movement from the other side, I try the handle, surprised to see that it actually opens the door. I need to have a talk about safety with this girl.
“Em,” I call out to her when I am in, and the door is safely closed behind me.
The house is giving off weird vibes. It is eerily quiet, which doesn’t make any sense considering there are two cars parked right out front.
“Babe, where you at?” I try again. My footsteps sound heavy when I enter the small kitchen and drop the box with the pizza on top of it. I chuckle when it lands right in the middle.
I turn around and do a quick sweep of her living room, then glance down the hallway toward where she has two small bedrooms and one bathroom. The door to the spare bedroom, which is more like a walk-in closet at this point, is open. The door to her bedroom is closed almost all the way, but not quite.
It opens with a loud squeak when I give it a gentle push. I am so ready to walk in that I almost trip over my own feet and faceplant at the picture in front of me.
The blinds in the bedroom are closed, and the room is darkened, especially with the sun having set outside.
The two naked figures on the bed are deep in slumber. My heart threatens to just give up on me when I see Emily stretching her arm to the side, blindingly patting around until she finds the man’s hand on the pillow where my head lay only last night. She smiles and turns on her side, scooching a little closer to where he is, seemingly looking for heat.
I am ready to throw up for sure as I stand here, watching the woman I love naked in bed with another man, debating what my options are. Looks like there are three. I either kill them and then myself, just kill the two of them, or just kill him.
Of course, there is also a fourth option.
Walking away.
“Who the fuck are you?”
I am so focused on Emily’s naked form, I forgot to pay attention to her partner. My eyes move to his face. I can see a bit of panic but mostly satisfaction when he meets my gaze. Something snaps inside of me.
“I’m the man who’s going to cut that limp dick off and feed it to you slowly.”
My voice is incredibly calm, but he obviously takes my threat very seriously when he jumps into a sitting position.
“Emily, wake up,” he shoves at my woman’s shoulder.
My woman.
What a joke.
See, this is what happens when you let your guard down and think there’s good in the world.
“Sleepy,” she protests, her voice coming out as sweet as ever. Not for me though. It will never be sweet like that for me again.
“Wake the fuck up,” he yells and slaps her on the side of her face. It makes my blood boil in my head, and all I see is red.
And then five little words turn me into stone.
“Puck? Why are you there?”
