Tangled Love

Before I enter the little cafe ten minutes away from home, I check the surrounding area for any sign of Trevor. I can't risk him ever finding out about this place, I treat it like my save haven. I enter the warmth and exhale deeply, feeling my shoulders relax.

I love to sit by the window when it's raining and watch as droplets of rain slide down the glass. The cafe holds a special place in my heart and reminds me of my father.

After ordering a hot chocolate and a toasted cheese sandwich, I scan the dining area and make my way towards a booth in the far back.

The delicious scent of warm chocolate, coffee beans and pastry permanently lingers in the air. My stomach grumbles loudly in protest, screaming out for something to ravish.

I can't remember the last time I ate.

"Here you go, sweetheart." The owner smiles, placing the plate down onto the table. The smell of toasted bread and cheese hits me and my stomach rumbles embarrassingly.

"Thank you," I respond, smiling at her in return. As she begins to walk away, my phone buzzes inside my pocket. I smile immediately as I pull it out, hoping to see Jake's contact flash up on the screen.

It isn't Jake.

My palms begin to sweat and I look around, the paranoia building up inside me. My hands begin to tremble as I scan over the text a second time —

Stranger: You shouldn't be skipping college. . . I'm watching you Emily. 

is this person? Why are they

That's so incredibly creepy!

you? Leave

the text, slamming my phone down onto the table. I blow out the breath I'm holding

don't have much

*****

decide the safest place for me to be is college. It's supervised by teachers and somewhat safe. I've already missed two hours but showing my

enter. My eyes land on a substitute teacher

seat next to

forming on my skin underneath a grey turtle neck jumper. I ignore the stares around me and pull out a text book from my bag, placing it onto the desk. Beside me, Trish

shouldn't you be at

I shake my head, giving her

fine." I lie effortlessly.

Ebola?" Trish grimaces and I notice her not so subtle way of creating distance between us. I immediately giggle and curse myself for doing so as pain shoots through my side. I

"It's not Ebola," I explain, breathing in and exhaling

continues, her eyes wide as she

her eyes vacant. I know she didn't hear me and I sigh, plastering a smile on

your notes that I've missed." I mumble, reaching for her book. She nods and pushes it further in my