Chapter 6 You Killed Them

Emily's POV

The alarm just went off, 6am in the morning, I was trapped in his arms all night and I would be lying if I told you I wasn't hesitant to move but I was, I held his hands and I brought it forward to my lips, I placed a kiss on it and then I walked out of the bed.

"Good morning Emily" he said in a hoarse tone, making me grin again.

Last night I poured my confusion into Joan's DMs and I told her about my hesitation to pursue a relationship with Hozier and she would have replied, how but she didn't. Disappointment filled me and I sat on the bed and hugged my knees and I thought about my task for the day.

"What is it?" He asked.

"My sister hasn't replied," I said. Then I tucked myself beneath the sheets and I stared at him.

"We can't be together, I know, I know! I said this a thousand times, and I am saying it again, but a few hours from now, you will hate me."

His brow furrowed as he frowned at me, "Why would I hate you?" He asked.

"Because everyone hates me, it's nothing new." I would have loved to break the news to him but no matter what I said, Henry would surely tell him what he wanted him to hear and Hozier would believe him because I was nothing but an outcast, and thirdly he would get to meet his grandchildren, who he would love like his own.

I do not want to plague him with my existence. I wanted to see him after eleven years, when I would be back and my kids would be bigger, then when we saw each other again, he would thank me for not staying.

But I wanted to thank him for making my stay worthwhile. I leaned closer to him and I kissed him on his lips, slightly tugging his lips with my teeth.

"Thanks for reminding me what a passionate companionship feels like, I enjoyed my night." I said, kissing him again, then I pulled away as I made an attempt to stand but he held my hands again. My resilience broke as he began to kiss my knuckles.

"Thanks for reminding me of that too; you are a goddess." He said.

My heart quivered, and I smiled painfully at him before standing up.

"Let me drop you off at the airport, if you want that." I nodded, then I stepped into the bathroom, took my bath, and readied my bag before leaving.

•••

We checked out of the hotel, and with him in the driver's seat, we drove all the way to the airport.

"Will you ever come back ?" He asked me.

"I will be able to talk to my kids in eleven years, so yes, I will be back in eleven years," I said. I passed a slight nod, then he took my palm and kissed me again. His eyes held so much sincerity as he said,. "I will wait for you,"

I didn't know what to say about that, I didn't want to ask what he met, I just opened the door, one more minute and I might actually consider my will to stay with him.

I walked over to the boot and he came down to help me out, he pulled down my box, and he closed the boots, it was chilly today, and my heart was heavy.

His eyes met mine again, and that electrifying feeling was back. I wanted to kiss him, to hold and hug him, but I held it down. it was just my restrained desire talking, it was solely because I hadn't had this much body contact in years-that was why. I said in order to convince myself that I wasn't already falling for the man before me, but I was.

"Thank you so much, Hozier," I said before pulling my box back.

I dared myself not to turn back till I heard the sound of his engines, which was taking an awful amount of time, but he finally drove out, and I stopped in my tracks. I squatted at a spot and I let myself breath, my heart was breaking again.

How could I do that to myself! I should have told him who I was the moment I saw him at the airport. No, it was all in my head, there was no way I could fall in love with a man in a day. I lied but as I walked down the aisle, I could only think about him.

I reached out for my phone, which had been awfully silent and I figured out it was dead. I tossed it back into my bag.

Damn...

Finally, my flight was being announced, so I stayed in the waiting space. An hour left for me to board the flight and I heard the sound of consistent stomps and people mumbling behind me.

I turned to see the police moving forward. They approached me and asked that I stand up because I was under arrest.

"What did I do? You can't arrest me. I haven't done anything wrong," I said in my defense, but I was rough-handled and cuffed.

"Shit! Hey! Take it easy, you can't take me without a permit! What did I do!" Perplexed by the sudden change, I fought to break free.

"Who sent you! What's going on here?" I yelled.

"You are being charged for the murder of Grace and Noah Musk, and anything you say or do will be used against you, so I advise that you stay calm."

"What?"

My world came to a halt at the mention of my kid's name. "What do you mean, murder! Are my kids dead?"

None of them gave me an answer afterward. I fought and dragged, tears streaming down my face.

"What do you mean, murder! Who killed my child? Where are my babies?! Hey!"

I was shoved into the car aggressively and was carried to the station, where I was locked in an interrogation room with an officer who had just told a standby officer to free me from the cuffs around my wrists.

"Miss Carpenter, do you have a lawyer or should I get you one?"

" What happened to my kids?"

"You killed them; what else do you need to know? I know women like you, and I know how to handle your kind; don't act innocent; there is proof right here. You killed two innocent kids and planned on fleeing the country afterward; don't act dumb with me."

I was taken aback by this because my kids were at home. I saw them yesterday, right before I went to court; they are fine...

"What happened to my kids?" I asked again.

"Dead, guess whose fault that is?"