Everly
My tears felt like they wouldn’t stop at first but soon I began to tire. My heart was breaking. I felt my trust falter. Trust in Joe and the fantastical daydream I though he was but more importantly, my trust in myself. I am an intuitive person. Or so I thought. I left my guard completely down with Joe, feeling safe. I shake all over again thinking of his face. Was he going to hurt me? No, please say it’s not what I saw.
I can shake the feeling that I was in danger. I put myself in danger. I’m so embarrassed.
The extremely friendly girl who happened to rescue me was still in the room. She was patiently waiting to me to group myself together. Emotional support. She didn’t speak or bother me but she did reassure me several times that I was safe and ok. I was still seated with my legs crossed under me by the door. The warm flannel blanket was my shield and I didn’t want to move yet, still processing what happened to Joe.
I found myself unable to stay angry at him but needing an explanation. I’ve seen this game before. Carly and Jordan notoriously dated f**k boys and they always gave them chances to explain any bad behavior or cheating. They would get sucked into the bullshit and stay time after time after time. No, no, no. Not me. I just wanted to see his face and see if he would apologize and mean it. Then, I would dash out of here and never look back. I’ve perfected my ghosting method.
“Everly?” The girl spoke my name to get my attention. I just looked at her, sucking in air as I was done crying and just catching my breath.
“I’m Brittany. I’m glad to meet you—I’m sorry for the circumstance.” She said, kindly.
I just tightened the blanket around my shoulders.
“I ordered to hot tea to be brought up. It will help while you decide what you are going to do.” She stated.
“I’m sorry—who are you?” I asked, a littler more snappier than I planned.
“As I said, I’m Brittany. I, uh, run this lodge with my husband.”