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Chapter 15

I walk down the aisle of the grocery store, placing items in the basket. As I reach for a item I feel the stiffness down there and I clench my teeth in pain. Despite all the time that has passed I still ache down there. I grab the food and place it into the bag, looking forward. As I look ahead I slow down, the crippling fear overtaking me once more.

She stands up ahead, exactly the same way as I last saw her. She turns and looks at me, her eyes widening on the spot. She begins to quickly walk away and I follow after her, leaving the trolley behind. My heart pounds in my chest as I chase after her, being fuelled by anger and terror. As I turn the corner of the aisle I see her out the front doors and running away. I chase after her and at the end of a path a truck pulls up, the driver the man with the tattoo.

She quickly climbs in and they speed away as I stare after them, completely overwhelmed. I feel someone place a hand on my shoulder and on instinct and fear I throw my elbow back, it connecting with the person's face. I turn around and see Tara hunched over, blood on the concrete.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" I ask, bending down to help her.

"Son of a bitch!" She hisses in pain.

"Let me get you to the hospital." I say, placing my arm around her.

I lead her to my car and quickly make my way to the hospital, apologising profusely along the way. Tara instructs me up to her normal floor and I lead her to one of the doctors. They take her immediately and I stand there, completely in shock of what I have done. I turn and walk down the hall, waiting for her to come out. I decide to wait in the chapel, something soothing about the private space.

I take a seat on one of the pews and place my head in my hands. It was her, the girl from the car that night. I cannot believe that she was there, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. I couldn't just let her get away, but if I got her... I sit there for a long time trying to process everything that's happening. I haven't been sleeping well lately, what with the nightmares and the soreness.

Jax has kept coming over regularly, as well as the other guys. They are all worried about me, I know they are. Gemma has been asking so many questions, so has Jax and I've just had to tell lie after lie after lie. I'm exhausted and I've started slipping at school, making mistakes and my boss has noticed. I keep blaming it on the accident but I know that people are beginning to not believe me. I know I've done the right thing in not telling them, it's kept them safe and that's all that matters.

I hear the door to the chapel open and I turn to see Tara walking in, her nose black and taped, "Tara, I am so sorry."

She shakes her head dismissively, "I'm fine."

I shift in my seat and groan, the stiffness too much to handle, "You still sore?" She asks.

I nod my head and she looks at me, "You dry?" She asks and I give her a look.

She continues to look at me and I sigh, nodding my head. She nods, "It's the stress, your body isn't producing enough oestrogen. I can prescribe a cream for you."

I nod my head, looking at the crucifix at the front, "Thank you."

"Who was the girl?" She asks after a moment of silence.

I remain quiet, not wanting to look at her. She lets out an exacerbated sigh, "Jesus Emily, you're going to have to talk about what happened."

I shake my head, knowing she doesn't get it but she speaks, "I know how it must feel."

"I doubt that." I mutter, not looking at her.

"In my last relationship I had to get a restraining order." She admits quietly.