Repair Me by Melissa Phillips

heading to Anthony’s house within the next hour and my stomach was tied in knots, my hands were trembling with anxiety. I found Davien sitting on the couch leisurely, not a worry to him, as he spoke on his cell phone and I stood watching. He pointed his finger to direct me to the seat next to his.
                  When he ended his call I rushed with questions. “Davien, what are we doing? Who is coming? How am I going to get my things out? I need my clothes, I need my personal belongings.”
                  “You need your life, Avery. With Anthony in the picture, you don’t have one.” He pulled my face until my eyes stared at his. “Martin's tow truck is following us to the house and as far as your things, I’ve already handed the money over to Scott. You can get anything you need from the store.”
                  I sat in shook as I tried my best to trust the man I had only known for a couple of weeks. I knew it was for the best, but my life would never be the same. “I’m just scared, I’m worried, I don’t know what I am besides a homeless woman that has nothing.”
                  “You have me, you have Natalia, Scott, Vince and Justin.” He comforted me “You have a home. It may not be you biggest dream, but things will get better, promise.”
                  Vince pulled up shortly afterward and was followed by a Hispanic man in a blue tow truck. Vince stepped to the house as I stood in the doorway. He wrapped his massive arm around my shoulder, causing me to drop slightly “Ready?” I took a deep breath and nodded my head with his trust.
                  Davien reached for my hand and led me to his bike. He pulled his self over the seat then helped me to the back. He laced my fingers around his waist until I was secured to him. The roar of his bike, when it started, made my body vibrate with a mixture of tension and nerves.
                  He nodded to Vince to go who reversed along side with the truck. “You’re gonna be okay. Just stay on the bike as Vince and I take care of everything.” I held on tight as I witnessed Davien speed through the streets like I had never seen before. He was anxious, but I didn’t see a touch of worry to him.
                  When we arrived I had a perfect view of the front door from where Davien had parked the bike. The blue tow truck was reversing into the driveway wear I pointed to which garage door my car was parked behind. Davien pulled my shaky hands to his face and kissed them with reassurance.  
                  Anthony’s spotless Navigator sat on the opposite side of the drive and I thought of the many times we had rode together in that same vehicle. Many good times. Many bad times. I remember the day he bought it, he commented that maybe one day if I did the right thing I might have a nice car too. I always took the words as an insult whether he meant it that way or not.
                  Vince was stepping from his car and my heart rate grew faster against Davien’s back. He held my hand in front of him as we both watched Vince’s every move. He stood short minutes before Anthony appeared in the doorway. He took a short glance at Vince who was within arms reach, then focused his eyes on me as I sat behind Davien. I scoot closer on the bike until it felt like Davien was on my lap. Anthony’s eyes grew darker and very rarely let a blink loose. His eyes closed into squints as he shook his head with disbelief. He knew I had betrayed him and he knew I was leaving.
                  I watched as Vince pointed to the garage, demanding Anthony to lift the overhead door, but Anthony continued watching my every movement. He completely ignored Vince’s instructions but didn’t attempt to touch him. As soon as Anthony’s head turned, I assumed he was heading for the garage but instead he walked the small steps down the path to the