Page 28 of Sparks of Insanity
Since I’d literally choked a young woman out and carried her against her will into my home, I had a feeling the outcome would be dire, no matter who showed up first.
“Will your dads find you here?” I asked finally, no longer dreading my death at their hands, because what was left to live for? Maybe it’d be a relief when it was over, because I’d no longer be fighting what I wanted, or grieving for what I’d lost. I’d be free.
Ember gasped, lifting her phone from her pocket, and dialled a number on it on speaker. What the hell was she doing? I lunged in her direction to snatch the phone, but she dodged me, moving back to sit against the foot of my bed.
“Yo. What now?” I heard a guy ask, but it wasn’t either of her dads by the sound of it.
“Blaze, is anyone tracking me right now?” Fuck. I stared at her while she chewed her lip, and I realised that the likelihood was clearly higher than I’d thought.
“Just me. Why, do I need to tell someone where you are?” He cursed a moment later, before she could answer. “You’re with him, aren’t you? Is he keeping you there against your will? I’ll fucking kill him, you know I will!” Jesus Christ.
Her brother sounded about as fucked up as her dads, and her, for that matter. Were they all psychotic? What did I get myself into when I took this job? Clearly, my destruction.
“Blaze, will you shut up? I needed to talk to him, but I need to know our dads aren’t going to show up here.” Was I holding my breath, waiting for help to come from this savage young man? You bet your ass I was.
A frustrated groan preceded his response.
“Fuck, okay, I won’t tell them, but don’t make me regret this, because I agree with them, and you should stay away from this sick fuck.”
“I-”
Ember waved at me to be quiet, and I actually did, because what was I going to do? Argue with Blaze, and say I'm a good guy really? Pretend that I didn’t choke his little sister out, and carry her to my bedroom against her will? What the hell would he think of that kind of behaviour? He was right. I was clearly a sick fuck.
“Look, Em, I’ll stay quiet for as long as I can, but remember something important. Dad Dory knows how to do this stuff too. Who do you think I learned it from? If you used mum’s car, he’ll have a tracker on it. Probably several. He could find you anytime from whatever tracking he has on that. I just tracked your phone, but that’s not the only way, get it?”
Shit! “Where would trackers be on the car, Blaze?”
Ember looked deadly serious, but Blaze just laughed.
“Yeah, I’m not stupid enough to tell you that, sis. Say what you need to say to your perv teacher, and get home. I’m checking in with them in an hour, and if you’re not back, I’ll tell them to look there for you.”
Ember ended the call, and switched her phone off, shoving it in her pocket.
“I need to check mum’s car for trackers, before my dads find me here.”
“Or you could just go home, like Blaze said. I’m not the man for you, Em. I’m literally the worst possible man for you. Look at me. I have nothing. No career, no money, no future. I’ll be homeless soon, and I’m too old for you anyway. Too old, I was your teacher, I couldn’t be more wrong for you.”
She tossed her hair back and glared at me.
“I don’t accept that, now stay here while I check the car. Once I know the trackers are disabled, or thrown away, we can go somewhere else. We can talk, without the threat of them finding us hanging over us.”
She was running down the stairs even as I was still trying to find a response for her comment. Go somewhere else? Where the fuck would we go? I had no other options. What did we need to talk about anyway?
I paced my room, waiting for Ember to return, wondering why the fuck I was letting myself get caught up in her again, but see the thing is… I have nothing left to lose, and the cause of my destruction? She’s in my grasp. I could just… take her, keep her, enjoy her.
She’d pushed me to my limits, she’d destroyed my life, she thought she wanted me, so maybe she should get me.
17
Ember
Ifound three damntracker things on mum’s car!Three. My dads were clearly absolutely insane, and obsessively focused on knowing where she was at all times, and how creepy was that?
I tossed them on the pavement and stomped on them like some kind of psycho, which maybe I was, and then I hurried back into Ethan’s house. He was already in the living room, and had a bag over his shoulder. He switched off the lights and locked the door, after dragging me back outside.
“Keys,” he barked at me, and I obeyed without thinking, handing him mum’s keys.
“Where are we going?” He tossed his bag in the back of the car, and practically shoved me into the front seat, running round to get in and start the engine.
