Stuck between two bad boys

I angrily left Devin’s house after he said Emily never went to his house. I was pissed that he had me come all the way there in search of her but a part of me was glad nine of the shit he said was true.

I couldn’t imagine Devin seeing Emily’s naked body, it felt like a nail piercing my chest. I returned home late only to find Emily in the room.

She was asleep and used a blanket to cover most of her body. I didn’t know how to react if I should be angry she got me worried or be happy she was back.

I couldn’t bring myself to question her so I left her and slept.

The next morning I woke up earlier than her and did a few things. I needed to keep myself busy till she woke up so I grabbed my gamepad and played video games.

I was in the sitting room playing my games when she woke up. She walked to the sitting room and stood there staring at me. I noticed she was staring at me but she didn’t say anything. Was she going to ask me why I was playing video games that early?

She left without a word and I swallowed hard at her reaction. I wanted her to talk to me, to acknowledge my presence but she wasn’t doing any of that.

I continued playing my video games while hoping she’d come out for us to have a conversation. I should at least know where she was all day since she wasn’t at Devin’s place.

“Damn it,” I mumbled to myself as I looked at the screen. I was getting distracted from my video game because of my thoughts. I couldn’t stop thinking of Emily and where she went.

I raised my face to Emily walking out I the room with a bag. She was lazily dressed in joggers and a T-shirt. She carried the bag in her arms and was about to leave when I stopped her.

“Emily!”

She paused and looked at me.

“Where the hell are you going to? You can’t keep doing this shit. Leaving the house without telling anyone and returning whenever you like. It isn’t safe for crying out loud and I have to look after you.”

She turned her head away and walked out, ignoring me. I couldn’t let her go out again, she can’t keep doing this.

“Emily stop!” I yelled and ran after her. I was going to stop her however say I could even if it involved carrying her back home.

I was expecting Mom and Dad to have returned but they didn’t. I suspect they’d come soon and I didn’t want to risk Emily leaving without my knowledge. I kept walking behind her trying to stop her.

She was taking fast strides and wasn’t listening to anything I was saying.

“Why must you leave?” I yelled, yanking her arms.

She pushed my hands away and tried to wriggle her arm out of my grip. “Xavier, let go of me!”

“I won’t If you don’t return home with me.”

“I’m not going with you! Get out!” She yelled back, hitting me.

I released her from my hands when she became so violent and watched her take some steps away from me.

She was driving me insane and she knew it. She knew what she was doing was wrong but she wanted to go ahead with it no matter what.

“Emily,” I called when I noticed a van driving in her direction.

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“Help!” Her voice screamed the moment someone yanked her into the van.

“Emily!” I shouted but the van zoomed off.

Shit! Damn! Oh no! What the heck just happened?!

I ran after the van but I couldn’t catch up. I checked my pocket for my phone and when I found it, I dialed 911.

I was panicking as I called the number, I had no idea who took her or where she was being taken to.

“911,” I said in a panic the moment the call connected. “My sister! She’s just been taken by a man in a balaclava! Help! I didn’t get the car number, I just- Please help, they have Emily.

“What the fuck? Is this a prank?”

I heard the voice and realized I dialed the wrong number.

“Fuck, sorry. 911, not you.”

I disconnected the call and dialed 911 again.

“911, how can we help you?” The voice asked.

I took a deep breath trying to calm myself down. “My sister. She’s been taken by a man in an uh, a van! He has his face covered in a balaclava I couldn’t see his face. Please help, they have my sister.”

“Where did this take place?”

“Uh, 48th street- 48th Street Midtown.”

“I’ll be right there, just stay calm.”

“Okay, Please help.”

In a few minutes, a police van surrounded the alley. A man walked toward me and after introducing himself, he asked me what happened.

I tried explaining everything that happened to leave out the part where I yanked her arms and she hit me. I didn’t tell them she slapped me either or got violent at some point.

Part of the things I left unsaid was that she left the house yesterday, and returned very late. I didn’t want to get her in trouble.

Mom and Dad arrived and they were questioned too. Mom kept crying, asking where Emily was. I didn’t have an answer to that because I had no idea where she was too.

James alighted from his car and walked toward us. He came immediately after the cops called him that his daughter had been Kidnapped.

He walked to where Mom stood. “What happened to Emily?”

Mom dabbed her eyes but she couldn’t say a word. She tried hard to speak but she couldn’t because of the lump in her throat.

“We got a call that Emily was kidnapped,” Dad spoke.

“Emily??” He asked feigning shock. “How did that happen? Where was she?”

“With Xavier,” He replied and James huffed.

The way he looked at mom made her scared. I don’t know if anyone saw the look but I did and I don’t trust him.

He pulled Mom into an uncomfortable hug despite Dad standing beside her. “We’ll find Emily,” he assured. “We’ll find our daughter.”

I hated hearing him call her that. He called her his daughter and acted like Dad wasn’t her stepfather and the one who took care of her.

Dad didn’t react only because the cops were standing behind us and he didn’t want to make a scene or cause trouble. He remained quiet watching them.