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This snippet is from Emmily, Unbound, an SFR story. Emmily
is on a supply run, and Adren (the youngest looking alien) is with her
this time. He's just revealed to her that they will harm bystanders to keep her from exposing them to authorities. They're now in the store, getting their supplies.
Last week ended with: I draw back my lips, attempting a fierce display of...of what? I have no idea what the hell I’m doing right now. I might be losing my tether to reality. Their assessment of my sanity is way off. I bring my hands up to my face and wipe my eyes.
Apart from Adren’s questions about specific items, we shop mostly in silence. After the grocery store, we stop at a building supply to buy rope. What do they need rope for?
Three quarters of an hour into the journey home, nearly to our closest little town, Adren clears his throat. “I am…sorry,” he says.
I’m still pissed off at
him, at Rael, and Kade. Pissed off at all of them.
“I am speaking the truth,” he adds.
I flip on my turn single and whip over into the parking lot at Chuck’s Watering Hole. I blurt, “Do you even know what the truth is?”
A few more lines:
There’s a flash of something in his eyes. Hurt.
His voice is low and I can’t read emotion in it when he says, “I do know what the truth is.”
Without even thinking about it, I make a noise, a disgusted sort of snort.His eyes ignite with a fire I didn’t think he possessed.
That's it for this week. Scene change coming up. Thank you so much for visiting and for reading. :-)