So last week, I didn’t get many comments. It was suggested that perhaps this was due to the small WIPpet that I posted. This week you’ll get more. 20 paragraphs 9 + 11 = 20 of what immediately follows last weeks post. I haven’t actually written anything in over a week *head desk* so finding something to post on was rather difficult. It’s been a crazy, insane week for me, meaning I started a new job and have 4 papers due for school along with quite possibly *cough* dating someone *cough cough*.
Here we go. I’ve included the few lines from last week. What you need to know is that Emma and Joel are driving to her old apartment to pick up some things. The few lines from last week are NOT included in my actual count and most of the paragraphs are dialogue, so this shouldn’t be too long.
“Why are you here, Caroline?”
She cringed inwardly at the name and chewed on the inside of her lip.
“I’m not sure what you mean.”
“Why are you at the house? Why did you come find us?”
Emma’s heart started to pound, but she shoved the feeling of panic down and took a deep breath. She needed to remain in control and not be cornered into telling him the truth. If anyone should find out, Molly should first. Emma turned to look at him and smiled.
“It was an accident.”
“You do realize that I know when you lie, right?”
“Umm…” Emma’s eyes widened as she stared at him.
“I’m an Empath.”
Taking a deep breath and holding it her lungs until it burned, Emma blanched. She hadn’t expected Molly to keep an Empath so close at hand. That certainly complicated matters as he could tell when she lied and read her emotions—both of which she did not want him to do in any capacity.
“So yeah, you’ve been lying from the start. Care to tell the truth?”
“I don’t think it’s any of your damn business,” Emma spat back. She crossed her arms tighter and stared out the side window, willing herself to not respond to anything else that he said.
“Stop. Just stop it!”
Emma flung her hands out and curled her fingers into fists before pounding them onto her thighs. She’d lost her resolve. Grinding her teeth together, she seethed.
“It’s none of your business why I was base jumping. I was, and I crash landed in the wrong spot. You guys were nice enough to lend a hand. That’s all that happened.”
“Yes and no.”
“Damn it, Joel.”
“Stop leaving stuff out.”
“Stop the car.”
Emma started to twist in her seat, unbuckling her belt as Joel took a right turn and tried the door handle. It was locked. She started to wrench it back and forth, using the full force of her body to try and get it opened. Joel was saying something, but she didn’t understand him. Emma swallowed scream after scream until she couldn’t anymore. She let out a feral shout before jerking around to glare at him.
Joel was finally slowing down and pulling to the curb. Emma lunged for the lock and pushed open the door, jumping out of the van before he’d come to a complete stop. She ran to the end of the block and turned the corner. She had to get away. She saw red as she aimed for the alley way.
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