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Chapter 4: Past

EMMAS POV:

Gerard was still on the phone with his mother, and by the looks of it he would be for a long time. My cheeks were stained from tears. Mikey and Ray were gawking at what I had told them. Frank was comforting me.

I started to feel sick, shoot must have been the alcohol. I got up from my seat and ran to the bathroom.(which I was lucky to have found) I hovered over the toilet. Then I felt someone gently hold my hair back. I thought it was Frank but I was wrong, it was Gerard. He gave me a sympathetic smile, then I was sick, again, again, and again.

Gerard rubbed my back and tried to make me feel better, but I just felt plain awful. I sat in the bathroom for about an hour, then fell asleep.

I woke up a couple hours later. Im guessing around 1:30. Mikey came in and gave me mouthwash to get the taste of burning alcohol out of my mouth. I slowly got up to rinse out my mouth.

I looked in the mirror, I was pale, my hair was tangled, and my makeup was smeared all over my face. I was a mess. I spit into the sink and rinsed it out. When I looked back in the mirror, I saw Gerard leaning against the doorway.

"Are you okay?"he asked me.

"As good as I could be right now."

God I felt pathetic.

"I need to get home."I told him.

I had the worlds worst headache and I still fet a bit nauseous.

"I dont know if that is such a good idea." Gerard said looking at me with a concerned look.

"Your right, Im sorry"

"Its fine trust me."

"You can sleep in my bed, I will sleep on the couch." Gerard offered.

"Oh no you take your bed, I will take the couch."

I couldnt just take his bed, it wouldnt be fair for me to 1st, throw up in his bathroom and 2nd, make him sleep on the couch.

"I insist" He said, my God he was being to nice.

"Fine" I was to weak to argue with him.

He showed me the way to his bedroom. There were close layed out for me on the bed. They were womens clothes so I was a bit confused.

"They were my ex grilfriends clothes." Gerard said, making me jump.

"Oh...okay thanks."

"Well I hope you feel better."

"Thank you." I said with a weak smile.

I put the clothes on and put mine folded on the end of the bed. I looked around his room. There was a folder on the side of his bed. The folder read: "Comic Ideas." Since no one was around I opened it, and he wasnt kidding when he said that he was a comic illustrator. They were amazing.

There were not only drawings but also little poems and songs. One was called "Helena" it really reminded me of my parents and the indescribable pain that came with it. I wondered about my sister Aubrey.

How was she? Did she move on? Was she still hurting?

FLASHBACK:

Today was the day we found out where Aubrey and me would live. We were most likely going to stay with my god-parents but we werent sure.

We went to court, and after what felt like hours, the result was final. We were going to stay with my god-parents. We had to go back and pack our things and leave by tomorrow, then they were going to sell the house. I had found a way to numb my emotions after what happened, but Aubrey had not. She would still cry every night, she wouldnt eat or talk. I found razors in her bathroom. She needed help

After we had packed everything, we said goodbye to our house and the memories that came with it, and left. That was it. I wasnt going to miss that house. I just wanted to forget the past and start a new life.

When we got to our god-parents house in New Jersey I reset my life. I dyed my hair a lighter shade of blonde and cut it short. I was abused at that house, I only had a few more months until I turned 18 and could move out and live out on my own. I didnt want to bring Aubrey with me, she never talked to me anymore, even is she did it was just to tell me to leave her alone. She was only 15 and she was getting drunk every night and took drugs.

Finally the day came when I could leave. I left a note for my sister, it said;

Dear Aubrey,

I am no longer able to live here. Now that I am the legal age, I am leaving. I need you to stay strong without me. I know that you have been taking drugs and getting drunk often. I need you to stop. I love you too much to have you end up badly. I need you to stop skipping school and get an education. Please know that I will always love you no matter how rough things get or how far away I seem.

With love,

Emma