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Chapter 29

Emily

Ipulled out my phone to text Ashley that I’d come home, and tell her she should stay and enjoy herself. There was no point in ruining both our nights.

But as soon as I touched the screen to unlock it, it lit up with alerts.

Sixteen texts, all from Craig.Fuck. I started trembling all over. I took a deep breath and unlocked my phone.

Great, there were five voice messages too.

Shit. I sat on the couch, opened the texts and scrolled to the first one.

It was time stamped at five-seventeen.

I miss you baby.

I know you miss me too.

What are you doing today?

I bet you’re sitting home alone and regret leaving me.

Why aren’t you answering me?

Where are you?

Who are you with?

Why aren’t you answering your phone?

You need to answer me.

I’m worried about you.

What the fuck Emily.

You can’t just ignore me.

You bitch answer your phone!

You’re with some guy aren’t you?

You better pick up when I call you.

You bitch. You’ll pay for this.

My breath was coming in short, ragged spurts as I finished reading his texts. The time-stamped on the last one was nine-forty-two.

With shaking fingers I opened my voicemail app and hit play on the earliest message.

Craig had tried to sound sweet, concerned, but I could hear the anger behind it. He didn’t try as hard in the second message, and by the fourth he’d given up the pretense. In the fifth, his hateful, angry words were slurred so badly I could barely understand him. After a few seconds, I heard a thud and dead air until my phone cut the message off.

I can’t fucking believe this. The day had started so well, great in fact. But now I had one guy tell me I was a mistake after kissing me, and another threatening to tie me up, drag me home, and teach me a lesson.

I wiped at the tears rolling down my cheeks.

I told myself it sounded like Craig had passed out so I had nothing to worry about.And he’s way too drunk to drive.The cops were always out in full force on holiday weekends, especially ones that involved a lot of drinking, so he’d never get to Weatherford without getting pulled over.Assuming he’s in Houston.