God hated her.
That is the only possible way she could be standing on the porch with him on the other side. Her best friend Vick called a couple of hours ago stating he needed a ride from his parents’ summer home before the storm hit. Even though her mother was wary of her quick departure, she hadn’t hesitated, believing that she could beat the onslaught of wind and rain. But it wasn’t Vick on the other side of the door, nope not even close. Jeremiah, the boyfriend she hadn’t spoken to once since the day he walked out of her hospital room was standing in front of her, not counting the brief argument they had two months ago. Completely shocked, no horrified… seemed more appropriate, her stomach quietly churned all the emotional ramifications that she’d steadily been working on burying over the past four months. Yep, God really hated her. Crossing her arms over her chest, she spun around on the porch and moved toward the steps. Maybe there was still time.
“Bella, where do you think you’re going?” Jeremiah asked following after her.
“Home,” she snapped.
Grabbing her arm he quickly stopped her, “Absolutely not! No way you’ll make it back before this thing hits.”
“Not if you stop me from leaving,” she replied yanking free of his grip with a sudden sense of de ja vu.
“Are you insane? Look at the sky! I know you’re not stupid. You’re smart enough to know that you’ll get stuck and being in a car in a hurricane is suicide.” He sighed, “Come on, there’s a storm cellar over there. We should head that way.”
She snickered, “You must think I’m crazy if you believe for one second I am going to get holed up in a shelter with you to wait out this damn storm!” No way in hell is he getting me in there! Her plan for the day did not include him and having spent two months away from him and with someone else had been good for the soul… or so she’d been trying to convince herself. Realistically she couldn’t completely avoid him. After all they went to the same school and the same church. True she stopped attending the Tuesday night bible study group that her parents host. In fact, she hadn’t been to one since that… yeah… that night. Unfortunately in a small town like the one they live in, every god forsaken person knew what happened to her. And if there was one thing she couldn’t stand it was the look of pity that most people wore on their faces whenever she’s around. Very few people treat her… normal and that’s all she wanted. That and to forget that night ever happened. She’d kill to beat that vivid memory into submission and bury it six feet under, but that wasn’t happening.
“No! But I will think you’re crazy if you keep pushing to drive in this storm,” Jeremiah quipped.
Crossing her arms over her chest again she looked at the sky beyond her so called ex-boyfriend. As much as she refused to admit this to him, she knew damn good and well she isn’t going to make it back.
With her stubbornness peaking he declared loudly, ” You have two choices. One you walk nicely with me to the storm cellar or two I toss you over my shoulder and carry you.”
Maintaining her stance her eyes narrowed and in a harsh annoyed tone, she enunciated, “You wouldn’t dare.”