A walk home is all I have to attain some time for myself, because the moment I arrive at my apartment, Evan will be there, ready to steal every ounce of my freedom and take it as his own. Wednesday is his day to see me. His day to touch me. His day to claim me. At least that’s what he claims.

A frown etches Ryler’s face as he lowers his head to read the screen of his phone. Then, he puts the phone away and signs, “I didn’t know you were meeting... Evan.”

Awkward silence envelopes us. I once told Ryler that Evan and I broke up—and we had—but Evan being Evan retracted the break up for me, and my father jumped right in. Now, I’m stuck dating Evan, even though I loathe him.

“Hey, are you okay?” Ryler stops in the doorway and blocks my way out. “You look upset… is it because of me telling your father? Because I seriously want to make it up to you, Emery. Just tell me what I can do.”

“It’s not that. Everything’s fine.” I smash my lips together and suck in a breath. “I should get going, though. Evan hates waiting.”

Before he can say anything, I hug my books to my chest, squeeze around him, and hurry down the lonely hallway. It’s midterm of the summer semester, and most students are at home, taking a break from school. Me, I took summer classes to get a head start—a new start.

Run, run, run to some place new, some place where you can get a new start. What’s stopping you?

I keep my head down as I exit the main entrance of the building and begin the short walk home. The sunlight beams down on the back of my neck and a warm breeze dances through my hair as I pass people and cross the street. By the time I make it to my apartment, my hair is a tangled mess, and my makeup is smeared from the few tears that have escaped my eyes. I kick off my shoes in the foyer and wander into the bathroom.

Staring in the mirror hanging on the wall, I admire my messy appearance.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

I squeeze my eyes shut at the sound. I know who it is without having to answer it. Evan is never late.

I glance at my reflection in the mirror one last time before heading for the front door. If I were being the girl my mother raised, I’d wash my face and comb my hair, but I’m entering a dangerous rebellion.

She said I’m crazy, so let them think I’m crazy.

When I open the door and see no one is there, my heart misses a beat. I poke my head out into the stairway and glance up and down then to the right at the parking lot. No one is around except for Violet. She’s standing in front of an old truck, the long locks of her red and black hair blowing in the wind. The hood of the truck is up, and it looks like she might be checking the oil.

I scratch my head. Could she be the one who knocked? We did have a strange drunken moment where we got along and laughed together. But why knock and run?

I dare step outside and open my mouth to call out to her to see if maybe she saw someone leaving the stairway. But then my bare foot brushes against paper and my jaw snaps shut as my gaze drops to the ground. A single, white envelope wrapped in a red ribbon is resting on the mat.

“Not another one.” I stare at the envelope for a few moments then bend over and scoop it up. Pressing it to my chest, I glance one more time at Violet, who’s still working on the truck, then duck back into my place.

I lock the door then lift the envelope from my chest and unlace the ribbon. But I pause as a warm, red substance stains my fingers. Blood. The ribbon is soaked with blood. I glance down at my shirt. Right above my heart, the lacy fabric is stained red.

My fingers tremble. “Oh, my God, whose blood is this?”

Not knowing any other way to get an answer, I rip open the envelope and shake the piece of paper out.

We know what you did.

I drop the envelope to the ground and jump back. My back slams against the door, and my knees buckle out from under me. We know what you did.

Blood on my hands. Blood on my hands. Someone knows what I did.

Tears pour from my eyes as I snatch up the piece of paper and envelope, tear them up, and throw them in the trash bin. Then I sprint back to the bathroom, strip my clothes off, hop into the shower, and scrub my skin under hot water. When I’m finished, I still feel dirty, but my tears have dried.

Wrapping a towel around myself, I leave the bathroom with a trail of steam following me. I veer right toward my bedroom, but grind to a halt when I hear my name called out.

“Emery, where do you think you’re going?” Evan’s voice floats from the living room and causes the hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end. “You’ve already kept me waiting too long.”

I pull the towel closer to my body. “Sorry, I had to shower.”

I hear him moving down the hallway toward me, and I squeeze my eyes shut. My body stiffens when I feel the heat of him sink into my skin. Moments later, his lips brush the back of my neck.

“You and I need to talk,” he whispers, rubbing his hips mine, “about you moving in with me.”

I lift my eyelids and stare at the end of the hallway, envisioning me opening the window and flying out into the world.

What would it be like to have wings?

To have such freedom to fly away

and disappear into the sky.

Fly away. Fly away high.

Fly away and never look back.

Soar through the freedom of air.

“I told you I’m not ready for that.” My voice sounds as empty as my heart. Any amount of peace I felt crumbles.

Fly away, fly away, fly away.

Or allow yourself to slowly die.




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