Barely Breathing

by Rebecca Donovan

Page 65

 

  The music disappeared. Evan and I hesitated and looked at each other just as Rachel called out, "Emily, are you here?" Wed driven my car since it had more space than Evans two-seater sports car. She must have spotted it in the driveway.

  My heart sped up at the sound of her voice.

  "What do I do?" I asked him, not ready to face her.

  "She knows youre here, Emma," Evan said. "You dont have to answer. Or you just say yes and leave it at that. "

  "Emily?"

  I breathed out through pursed lips and then hollered. "Yeah, Im here. " Evan and I stared at each other and waited, but she didnt say anything. I swallowed and tried to relax my shoulders.

  Evan picked up armfuls of clothes at a time and shoved them in the bag. I knew he was trying to hurry, since I was unable to mask the escalation of my anxiety. I tried to convince myself that she didnt bother me. That I could get through this without having to face her. But she did get to me, and I didnt foresee avoiding her when we left my room.

  "You dont have to talk to her," Evan advised lowly, probably reading the fretful thoughts that flickered across my face. "Well just leave. You wont have to say anything. "

  I nodded and mindlessly tucked the clothes in the duffle bag that was already stretched to its limit. Evan struggled with the suitcase zipper, closing it up.

  "Ill bring these to the car and get the boxes and my duffle bag. The rest should fit in them, and then well go. " He hesitated. "Are you going to be okay while Im gone?"

  "Yeah," I murmured.

  I didnt move as I listened for Evan to walk down the stairs. The bedroom door didnt close all the way behind him, so I heard when she said, "Evan! I didnt know you were here too. What are you doing?" She sounded surprised. My jaw flexed at the sound of her voice.

  "Just getting her things," he answered casually and continued out the front door.

  "Emily, whats going on?" she called up to me, her voice heavy with concern. "What are you doing?"

  I didnt answer and remained motionless?hoping shed give up.

  "Emily!" she yelled louder. "Whats going on?!"

  I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth. The angry storm began to rouse in my gut. I breathed deep, trying to control it. The boards creaked on the stairs.

  I focused on remaining collected when I stepped out of my room, stopping her mid-step. "I told you I was coming back to get my things. " My voice came out even and controlled, but my hands were clenched by my sides.

  She appeared confused. I stood stoically at the top of the stairs and took her in. Her right eye was encircled with a greenish-blue bruise, and her left hand was in a black splint. I could tell there was more damage to her body as she leaned into railing for support.

  She didnt react to the sight of the bruise on my face. But I didnt expect her to.

  "Youre leaving me?" she whimpered with big eyes.

  My pulse quickened, spreading the anger into my muscles. I couldnt control it.

  "Am I leaving you?" I repeated, my teeth grating with each word. I pulled my brows together and scoffed in disbelief. "Am I leaving you?"

  Her eyes watered as she pled, "Please dont leave me. "

  Evan appeared behind her in the doorway. I caught sight him as he assessed our positions. "Emma. " I focused on him, trying to push away the fury that was overtaking me. He flipped his eyes to my room, and I nodded. Without looking back at her, I returned to the bedroom.

  Evan entered a few seconds later, closing the door behind him. "What happened?"

  I shook my head and started pacing. "I cant believe her. I seriously think shes delusional. "

  "Emma, what did she say?"

  "How could she be surprised that Im leaving?" I fumed, staring at the floor as I continued to pace.

  "Emma," he beckoned calmly.

  "She didnt even say anything about the bruise. Does she even care what happened to me? Of course not!"

  "Emma!" Evan bellowed loudly, standing in front of me. I stopped and looked up at him as he set his hands on my shoulders. "She doesnt matter. "

  I pressed my lips together to strangle the emotion and nodded. "Youre right. Im sorry. "

  "Dont be sorry," he soothed, pulling me into him. "I know this is hard. We dont have to stay. "

  I took a breath. "Its okay. Were almost done. "

  Evan kissed the top of my head before releasing me. "Well be fast, alright?"

  I nodded.

  Evan handed me a box, and I started taking down the pictures on the board and placing them and the other items from my desk into it while he finished packing the clothes from the closet.

  It was uncomfortably quiet as we rushed to gather my things. I tried to shut everything off as I finished with the box, not wanting to feel anything. But I couldnt. I couldnt release the fire that burned in my chest every time I heard her voice asking if I was leaving?like I was the one abandoning her.

  "Emma, youre shaking," Evan noticed, taking a hold of my hand.

  "Sorry. She got to me," I grimaced with my face scrunched.

  "Maybe we should just go. "

  "Everythings pretty much packed anyway," I agreed, taking a look around.

  Evan slung the duffle bag over his shoulder and picked up the box Id packed. "Ill just come back in to get the last box. " He nodded toward the one containing my sweatshirts and the pictures of my father Id hidden beneath them.

  In my final scan of the room I noticed something was missing, my heart skipping a beat.

  "Are you coming?" Evan asked as he opened the door.

  "Ill be down in a minute," I told him, searching desperately. "I want to look around one more time. "

  "Ill be right back," he stressed, his way of telling me not to leave the room without him.

  I carefully knelt down and peered under the bureau and then the bed. Then I picked up the comforter that was on the floor. The framed picture of me and my father that had been on my bureau was gone. There was no reason anyone would want that picture, except for her. The one thing she thought I had left of my father, and she took it.

  An angered blaze engulfed my entire body. My heart pounded so hard, it was difficult to breathe.

  I didnt wait for Evan. And I didnt walk out the door to his car. I sought her out in the kitchen where she sat at the table, slicing a tomato while listening to the radio.

  "Do you want to stay for dinner?" she asked with a warm smile when I appeared in the doorway.

  "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I snapped vehemently.

  "Excuse me?" she asked in shock. "I thought you might want to stay for dinner. I thought we could talk. "

  "About what?" I shot back. "How much you dont want me? How much you miss my father and how you blame me for his death? Or the fact that your drug dealer beat the shit out of us because you have serious issues? Yeah, thats great dinner conversation. I think Ill pass. "

  "Why are you acting like this?" she questioned quietly, standing up and walking to the counter.

  "Are you serious?" I gawked incredulously. "Are you that delusional?"

  She picked up a prescription bottle, emptied a few pills into her hand and tossed them in the back of her throat, rinsing them with a glass of water.

  "Oh, or maybe youre just high," I accused spitefully.

  "What? Its medicine for my wrist," she defended. "But why should you care? Youre leaving me. You dont care about me. " Her voice was broken. A slight twinge panged in my chest. There was a time when I hurt to see her this upset, and wouldve done anything to console her. Not now. As quickly as the empathy surfaced, it was swallowed up.

  "No, I dont care about you. Just like you dont care about me," I fumed, my voice cold and inhuman. "You can take the entire bottle. I dont give a fuck. "

  "I dont understand whats wrong with you?" she shook her head, tears seeping down her cheeks. "Ill try harder. Dont leave me alone. Please, Emily. Im so sorry. "

  "No youre not," I screamed, making h
er flinch. I lowered my voice again, and each word shot at her with lethal precision. "The only thing youre sorry about is that I was ever born. Or dont you remember telling me that in one of your drunken stupors? You conveniently forget how much you hurt me over and over again. And Im stupid enough to keep letting you. Well, Im done.

  "You never wanted me, and I never wanted this life. So as far as youre concerned, I am dead. And you won’t ever see me again. "

  Rachel sank to the floor sobbing inconsolably. I turned my back to her.

  Fury pulsed through my veins, blinding me. I almost ran into Evan who stood frozen with the screen door open, silently watching. He avoided my eyes, forcing my shoulders to slump in disgrace.

  I hurried past Evan, toward the car. My entire body trembled. I released a broken breath as the tears flooded my eyes.

  "Emma," Evan called after me, rushing to catch up and grabbing my arm.

  "I cant," I pulled away. "I cant be here. We need to go. Please. We need to go. "

  I turned away from him and climbed into the passenger side. I closed my eyes to hold back the tears, taking long drawn breaths. My chest tightened with each pass of air, trying to release the possessing rage.

  Evan slid in beside me and pulled the keys from his pocket.

  "I dont ever want to see her again," I choked, shaking my head. I pressed my fingers into my forehead, rubbing it hard with my eyes closed. "I cant. . . "

  "I know," Evan said, starting the car. "Try to calm down, Emma. Breathe. "

  The shame of what he saw hit me as we drove away. I pulled my brows together in distress. "Im so sorry, Evan. I dont know what just happened. I was just so. . . angry. I couldnt stop. "

  "Ive never seen you like that before," Evan said quietly. "You always keep everything locked up. It was hard to watch, but youd reached your limit. "

  I looked over at him, perplexed. "Evan, I was awful. Worse than awful. You should be disgusted with me. " The weight of what Id done crushed me, and I felt wretched.

  "I was shocked," Evan admitted, glancing over at me quickly. "I mean, you were. . . enraged, and I hope to never see that side of you again. But Emma, after everything she put you through, you had every right to be furious. Except for you wishing away this life. That. . . that bothered me. "

  "I was upset," I whispered, still unsettled by his reaction, or lack thereof. "You know I didnt mean it. "

  "I hope so," he returned, flashing me a worried glance.

  "Where are we going?" I asked, looking around as he turned onto a street that didnt take us back to his house.

  "Somewhere that will help you," Evan answered, reaching for my trembling hand.

  Then I recognized where we were headed. "Were going to the high school?"

  Evan just grinned.

  I eyed him curiously when we pulled into the schools parking lot. "I dont understand. "

  "Just come with me," Evan requested, getting out of the car.

  The school was practically deserted. A few voices could be heard through the halls, but most clubs had disbanded, and the sports practices dispersed.