The Broken Pieces novel Chapter 32

Straight to business. No, hey how are you since you watched a man's corpse hang for the wall.

"Shouldn't you be talking to Emily about this? Not me." My eyes stayed on Tomas.

Silence filled the room, almost as if Colton was speechless. But that's the thing, Colton never shuts the fuck up.

"Emily's," he paused, "not really ready to talk right now."

I sighed, this is never going to be easy.

After the police came, Emmie's terrifying screams transformed into silence.

She didn't say anything on the car ride here, to her family or to the police. Her face stayed cold.

"She's stone now." Cameron told me as we watched as the doctor's slid a needle into Emmie's arm, in which she didn't scare, even though she's terrified of needles.

As I came back to the present, a sick feeling appeared in my stomach.

"Yeah," I bit my lip and pushed my foot deeper into the floor.

"Okay. Well... do you have a place where she could stay? No one can take her in but our parents and I don't think she would want to go there." He walked up and stood beside me.

"Yeah." I nodded my head.

Emmie hated living with her parents since they thought that cheating was a way to a happy marriage.

"I don't have any space for her as much as I'd like." He lied through this teeth but I did question it.

I knew the truth.

The underground fighting life wasn't one Emmie should be involved with, and I couldn't agree more.

"Okay, what about her friends?"

"I think you mean your sister," he rolled his eyes and growled, "she's too busy with Tristan to care."

I nodded, not wanting to realm about my sister's infamous boyfriend. I didn't care if Colton had a problem with him. It wasn't my problem to solve.

Alright. New plan.

"How about... me?" I asked.

"You?"

"Yeah, I got an apartment near the city. How about that?" I turned towards him.

"Yeah, Yeah." He said as he looked upwards towards the blinding white ceiling, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Just until this all dies down. Then she can go back home." He seemed to be speaking to himself and not me.

"Alright then." I gazed back down to the sleeping man on the bed. "She's staying with me."

While I was throwing myself a nice pity party, Parker would always be checking up on me.

Bringing me food, making sure I wasn't sick, making sure I took sleeping pills. Even though I would always spit them out after he left the room, he would still check.

I think he knows that I do that, but he doesn't question it.

Everyone has been here; my parents, my brothers, my friends.

They say that it's going to get better but I don't care about that. I know it will get better. I know that the nightmares will stop and my life will go back to normal. One day if not today

But I don't care about that. No.

I have so many unanswered questions like: why was the man in my house in the first place? Who was that man? What was with the quote above him? Have I've seen him before?

Those questions have all been on my mind ever since I left the hospital.

After scrubbing the demons and memories off my skin, I grabbed a clean towel off the shelf and wrapped it around my body.

I know if I don't answer these questions they're going to be gnawing me all my life and I wouldn't be able to take it.

As I shimmied into my panties, I began to think.

What's the one thing that has been in the middle of everything? What's changed in the last month to cause this.