Emily's PoV
"Okay, Everyone! That's a wrap for today!" the director screams. "I'll see you all back here tomorrow morning!"
After going through my routine goodbyes, I head to my trailer. Stripping out of my clothes, I hang them back in the wardrobe for tomorrow. I quickly pull on a hoodie and black leggings; tying my hair up in a messy bun before walking outside.
It's been close to a month since Riker left me. 22 days to be exact, but it's not like I'm counting or anything. I hoped that if this movie could do anything for my life, it would be to help me move past the hole in my heart left from the heated whirlwind relationship I had with Riker Lynch. I loved him more than I loved myself, and I think that was my biggest mistake. I lost myself somewhere in the process of loving him, and forgot that was important too. Now I just feel empty. It doesn't matter if the sun is out, because every day is dark for me. All 22 of them.
Sure, it's easy for him to sing songs about smiling and how amazing life is. When everything sucked for me, he was the best thing I had going. Now I lost him, and as a result I lost the part of myself I gave to him. I didn't realize how much joy he brought into my life until I realized how little there is to enjoy without him.
The shrill noise blaring through my phone speaker is enough to make me jump, tearing me out of my own head.
"Hello?" I ask weakly.
"Emily, you need to come home," a voice orders.
The voice is my mother.
"Why? Mom what's wrong? Is Cooper..."
"No, Em, he isn't. You need to get here as soon as possible."
"I'm on the next flight out."
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Marriya's POV
Today has been unusually quiet, all of us needing to relax after the stress of yesterday. Tomorrow we start planning tour, and it won't be long before were on the road again.
"What are your dreams, Marriya?" Ross asks softly.
We lay together on his bed, my head resting in his lap. His fingers run gently through my hair, softly brushing against my skin as he picks up each new strand.
"Six months ago, I would have said everything that I have right now. My life is perfect."
"Come one, Mar!" he urges. "Everyone has dreams, like the Twilight movies . It was someone's dream to make those pieces of crap."
"Okay, fine," I laugh. "I dream to live in this moment for the rest of my life. I want to always be with my family. I didn't have a great start, but the fact I come home every day to a loving brother and parents is more than I could ever ask for. I dream that the 7 of us will always be close, no matter what. Most of all, I dream I will always have you. That we will always be as in love as we are right now, and that nothing will ever tear us apart."
"I love you so much, Baby Girl," Ross murmurs. "As I will until the day after forever."
Sitting up, I turn to face him. Lightly shoving my body against the wall, his mouth meets mine. My fingers tangle in his hair; my legs wrapping around his waist.
"Guys!" Ryland screams. "Get in here! Now!"
Pulling back with a start, Ross' panicked eyes meet mine. Without saying a word, I take his hand and lead him down the stairs.
The 7 of us gather in front of the tv, confused as to why we are watching the news.
"Ryland, what's going on?" Riker asks sharply.
"Look," he murmurs.
The television is lit up with a map, red arrows indicating a certain patch of land on the coast of an ocean.
"It's just been confirmed," a voice announces, just as the screen flashes to a man. "That the aircraft carrying the passengers of flight 0515, which departed from Los Angeles late last night, has been found. Authorities believed it to have crashed about 10 miles off the coast; its remains washing up on a Cuban beach less than an hour ago. Although the plane managed to stay fairly intact, there were no survivors."
All at once, my world stopped. The earth could have stopped spinning for all I know. For all I care. My entire body feels weak, my heart pulsating violently in my stomach. This can't be happening. They can't be gone. It's too soon.
"Mar," Ross whispers, pulling me into his lap. "This can't be true."
"Are we sure that was their flight?" Riker asks; his face as pale as a ghost.
Tears in her eyes, Rydel nods. He begins sobbing violently, makeup beginning to run down her face as she falls into Ellington's trembling arms.
Rocky lets out a mangled scream, mumbling about how unfair this is as he punches the wall. Tears begin rolling down his face; his knuckles bloody from the numerous holes he broke in the drywall.
Riker and Ryland hold tight to each other as if their lives depended on it. They both cry softly, each of them feeling like they need to be strong for the other.
Tears fall from Ross' face; his mouth contorted with a look of agony. He stares blankly at the news report, as if somehow he could change it to a different result. Eventually losing it, he begins sobbing into my neck.
But I don't cry. I feel tears pricking my eyes, but they don't fall. My body is completely numb, but that doesn't stop the sharp pang in my chest. They're gone, and this time they're not coming back. I finally had a family, and now everything I have grown accustomed to has been destroyed. This makes four people I love that have been torn from my life, and there's nothing I can do to stop it.
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Hey guys! I know this chapter was short and I apologize for that, but j felt like this was a good place to end it.
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