Twenty

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Michael's POV

I did it. I actually got her back. Well I mean not in the way I had hoped, but she is with me again. Just me. My upper lip is bleeding and my knuckles are black. "I always knew you packed a punch baby." I laugh. She sits up right, mouth taped and body tied up. Her once hazel eyes are now dark green. Her hair is everywhere, and of course her clothes are ripped from the struggle of getting in the car.

She looks mad as hell, but that's what I love about her. She always stood up for herself back in high school. God, I admired her so much. My parents had always treated me like a show dog, making me play this sport or attend this event. Emily, she hated them for that. She lost her parents and grew up on her own mostly.

I look up and back at her, surprised to find her looking out the window. I do feel bad for kidnapping her, somewhat. But I knew that she wouldn't come back easily. I turn off on the next right and drive through a small suburb before I pull in front of my current, more so temporary home. I park then go to help Emily out. She starts to cry and I feel worse. I decide on carrying her bridal style. I untie her wrist then slowly take off the duck tape from her mouth.

I watch her catch her breath then she wraps her arms around me. It throws me off, but I pick her up softly and carry her inside. I sit down and she lays down on the couch. She cries. And cries. and cries. She cries all night it seems. I let her be, to let her gather her thoughts. I really do love her. I just wish she knew it.

Yes I did cheat on her, but god. It was the worst decision I have ever made. I didn't like the girl, I just was horribly stupid and drunk. I had forgot that Emily was to come over. My friend Jake had invited some more people and it turned out to become a party. Emily had walked in on me and the chick. I had attempted to go after her but, when she threw both her heels at me and cussed me out completely, I let her go.

I'm broken out of my thoughts by soft sock shuffles and a small whisper. I look over to Emily. Her eyes are bloodshot and raw. "why?" She ask again breaking me out of my trance. I look down. Ive got to do this. Its now or never.....

"Emily, I-I'm still in love with you. I never stopped loving you." I say softly. I've never confessed it before. Not to anyone. I listen to silence and my heart beat. No reply still. I finally look up, but I choke on tears. Emily has turned around back facing me. I can hear her crying. "Emily? Baby, say something." I beg her. Then, my worst nightmare comes to life.

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