Page 101 of Interference
Emery.
“I need to talk to Emery. Explain what happened,” I tell him.
He shakes his head. “No, what you need to do is go to the hospital.”
“What? Why? I’m fine,” I tell him.
“Yeah, but maybe whatever she used is still in your system. We can have them take blood and ask them to rush it. Get the cops involved.”
“You think I was drugged.” I don’t pose it as a question.
Wyatt looks at me like I’m stupid. “Dude, if you only had two beers last night, then I would be shocked by how comatose you were. I don’t think you could have remembered your own name. Add on the fact that you never would have let another woman into your bed, let alone crawl on top of you, drunk or not? You had to have been drugged.”
Drugged.
My vision blurs, and I feel as if I have a weight on my chest.
Drugged.
Violated. I was fucking violated. I feel like I lost control of something. Like I’m no longer safe. I can’t even reconcile my feelings right now. It doesn’t feel right. How could I have been taken advantage of in that way?
I start to hyperventilate as I consider what could have happened. What if she had gotten my dick to cooperate? She could have ruined my entire life.
Wyatt steps forward and rests his hands on my shoulders.
“Breathe,” he demands.
I suck in a deep breath and then another. Then another.
He keeps patting my back as I try to get myself under control.
“You with me?” he asks after a few minutes.
“Yeah,” I rasp.
“Okay, let’s go to the hospital. We need to get you checked before whatever you were given works its way out of your system. Then we go see Emery and tell her the truth.”
He steps away and grabs his keys. We head outside and get into his car.
As he drives to the hospital, I can’t help but become angry.
Drugged.
Someone fucking drugged me, and for what? To try and tear Emery and me apart? Why? Why would someone do that?
Ashley. It was Ashley. I don’t know what game she’s playing, but she’s not going to win. I won’t let her.
I’ve worked too hard to win Emery over, and I’m not going to lose her now. Not if I have anything to say about it.
twenty-six
Ihave spent the last two hours crying my eyes out to the point that I made myself puke. My stomach feels gross, and I know this isn’t good for the baby, but I have no idea what to do. I tried taking one of my medications, but I couldn’t even keep that down. My body is stressed to the point that I feel tense all over. To make matters worse, I don’t even have anywhere to escape. My one safe haven is the place he lives. I wish I knew how to make myself feel better.
I don’t have a fix for a broken heart, though.
I truly and honestly let myself fall head over heels in love with Brett. I gave in to every single emotion flooding my system and let it overtake me. I dreamed of that future he promised me. I wanted it more than I wanted anything, even that gold medal.
Only for him to betray me.
