The Broken Pieces novel Chapter 38

Camara opens the front door, and I mumble, "well talk about this later," before walking out of the door.

Camara and I storm into Parker's apartment to find his phone to his ear.

Rage steams through me as I walk up to him and slam the phone out of his hands.

"What the fuck Em-,"

"Why is there a picture of Tomas and Frederick Dixon smiling all buddy to buddy? What do you know about Amber Dixon? Why did you visit her? Why were you looking for Frederick before his death? Who are you and why are you such a scum liar?" With every question asked was every hit my hands landed on Parker's chest, was every tear falling down my face, was every memory of my stupidity filling my mind.

"Emily!" Parker gripped my hands, a worried expression overtook his face.

He took a deep breath before telling something that destroyed me even more.

"Tomas just woke up."

Emily Rose

10:47 pm

There's this feeling.

It's the kind of feeling in which you can see the destruction in front of you, see it take its place, but you can't do anything to stop it.

All you can do is watch as the dots connect themselves and wait for the explosion of your life.

Numb.

Helpless.

Naive.

And then you think to yourself, "I could've stopped this. Realized it sooner." But the world doesn't work like that. The next thing you know, your world is crashing and there's nothing you can do.

Only watch, like the oblivious, but knowing idiot you are...

Why didn't you connect the dots, Emily? I thought you were smart.

Freezing air hits me; blowing the once certain person away like a shallow but frail, fallen leaf. Puffs of smoke fall from my lungs before appearing in the air before my eyes. Rain soaked clothes clasped onto trembling body like a second skin.

I peered down at my hands. The once beautiful fingernails were now torn; the tips, which at a time were perfectly crafted, now were jagged, sharp edges, causing the milky flesh around them to transform into red swollen mush. Small drops of blood dripped down from my fingertips.

I was destroyed...

The pieces were coming together and the anxious look on Parker's face told me that. I was getting too close to the truth it seemed and he could sense it. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as he took a quick glance at me across the room.

I'm dangerous to him now. I want the truth, and I want it now, but I'm not so sure he's willing to give it.

Camara slid over to me before whispering. "Why aren't you over there?" She waved a quick hand over to the crowd of people and the smiling Tomas, whose face I couldn't help but feel a bit of anger for.

Who is he?

I shook my head at Camara without saying a word. I don't know if she understood me, or not, but she didn't say anything, she just stood beside me.

Tomas' eyes met mine and he flashed me a grin. Man, for a guy who just came out of a coma he sure is happy.

His smile died quickly on his lips when I turned my head away.

Truthfully, I don't know how I feel right now. I'm a mix of emotions, a hurricane ready to swirl in and destroy everything.

"Babe," Tomas called to me as he lifted his hand up reaching to mine.

I glanced around the room to see everyone's eyes on me. I hesitantly pushed myself off the wall, my hands slipping from the comfort of the white rocky material. I made my way over to him before stopping short at his bed not taking his hand.