Lovely Hostage Situation (6)

Lovely Hostage Situation

Chapter Six

The Seperation

Emory

    But wanting something doesn’t always mean its going to happen. Baylee fell asleep in the bathtub, not wanting her to wake up sore I carried her out of the bathroom and laid her on the bed, covering up her half naked body with the blankets.

   Not being able to think, let alone sleep, I sprawled out on the small couch across the room. Staring up at the ceiling I thought of what I’d just done. Shame and embarrassment reddened my face. I was taking things too fast with Baylee. I had told her I loved her and she didn’t tell me the same. She didn’t love me.

    Half of me wanted desperately to take her home and blow my brains out. The other half of me wanted to selfishly keep her with me. I had thought that Brian didn’t deserve her, but what a hypocrite I was being. I didn’t deserve her. I'd never be hers. But worst of all she'd never be mine. I knew what I had to do to dull the pain. I had to treat her like I did when I had first met her. That would be the best thing to do.

     ...The next morning...

    The next thing I heard was the screaming and crying of Baylee. Startled, I fell of the couch.

"You- you lied to me!" she screamed. tears falling from her face, harder than last night. Half awake I tried to think of what she was talking about. Then my attention turned to the news were there was a picture of that Brian, kid that I had shot.

"Breaking news, 17 year old Brian Clendenin who was shot earlier this week in a bank robbery in Kansas is in critical condition.  He was-”

    "You shot him!” she yelled. She stood by the bed and her body tensed and her little hands were balled into fists. I couldn’t say anything, just stare at her. My face felt like it wasn’t there. It felt like an ocean of words were inside me, I desperately wanted to get out but I couldn’t make them reach my mouth.

    "I cant believe you," she said. "I-i" I tried to start but couldn’t manage to finish. She hurriedly got her suitcase, threw on some clothes and grabbed all her stuff and hurried toward the door. "Were are you going?" I asked stupidly. "Home!" she screamed, tears still streaming down her flushed face. "N-no," I said getting up from my knees. I ran to her and dropped to my knees again. “Please don’t leave me!” I pleaded, screaming.
    I didn’t care if I looked like a pussy. I didn’t care if I had just  lost my last shred of dignity. I couldn’t let her go. I wouldn’t make the same mistake that  my father had.
 

BAYLEE

  I looked down at him. His normally sparkling green eyes were dull. Tears streaming and black strands of hair stuck to his face. His lips trembled at the corners and he wrapped his arms around my legs. “Let me go!” I screamed at him, anger, pain, and betrayal all mixed together.  “Stand up,” I ordered, he did so and when he did I looked up at him and slapped him in the face. Instead of getting mad he pulled me close to him by my shoulders. I pounded my fist against his chest, “Let me go!” I screamed. “Please don’t leave me” he pleaded again, looking into my eyes. “He's going to die because of you,” I hissed. “And you lied about it.”
 “Please. Please can we talk about this?” he asked. “There is absolutely nothing to talk about” I spat. He picked me up and sat me on the bed. I tried to jump up but he caught my arm and I fell back down into his lap. “Please,” he begged. I glared at him. “I hate you,” I yelled at him. I saw the agony flash through his features. Holding my arm firmly with one hand and yanking the sheets off the bed with the other, I looked at him with confusion. But before I could think he was on top of me. I screamed until my throat burned. He tied my wrists to the head board, tightly so I couldn’t get lose. I kicked and screamed but he held me down with his body. “I promise not to hurt you,” he whispered, stroking my face with his finger tips. “You already have,” I said to him. He looked at me in torment. “I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry. I’m sorry” he said. I could feel tears rolling down my cheeks. “Emory,” I started. He looked at me, his eyes red. “You don’t love me,” I whispered. His eyes widened. “If you did you wouldn’t do this to me.” I continued. “If yo-” “I do love you, that’s what you cant see. I love you so much it makes me crazy. I know I’m a selfish bastard for doing this and I’m wouldn’t be surprised if I was insane. But the way I look at it, if you think you’re insane than you really cant be.” he said getting off me.
    He pinched the bridge of his nose and looked at me.  He cursed under his breath and untied my wrists and kissed my cheek. I sat there, not knowing what to do. He jumped up off the bed and walked over to the door. He glared at the door nob like he was making a tough decision. He swung the door open and flung my suit case out. “Go,” he said. His back to me. I had never seen anyone look so helpless. So broken
     But I jumped up instinctively and hurried out the door. “Wait!” he called. I waited at the door way as he disappeared for a second. He reappeared and gave me a hand full of cash. Without seeing how much it was I stuffed it in my pockets. Not wanting for him to pull me back inside, I stepped back. He hung his head and his hair hid his face. “Good bye” he said. “Um if you ever want to see me again… I’ll ugh be at this address,” he said, tearing off a piece of wall paper and grabbing a pen. He scribbled something down and handed it to me. Without reading it I shoved it in my pocket. “Bye” I said, walking swiftly away from his sad eyes.
 “I might wright you” I called over my shoulder.
 “I’ll write you back.” he whispered.
     I felt like a monster. He needed me. I knew that he had issues and I was to self centered to try to help him. But he lied about Brian and he robbed a bank. I didn’t know what he’d do to me. He could be a psycho for all I knew. But in my heart I knew he wasn’t, but I was just to selfish to turn around.