Battle Scars: Sequel to The War On Love

Chapter 13

It's only eight in the morning when I am awoken from my sleep. I groan and roll over searchong for my phone so I can turn off what I presume to be my alarm. I find my phone under the couch completely silent.

Thomas had shifted and was reaching for his phone up on the couch. His sleepy features turn into a look of distaste as he stares at the screen and flops back down on the carpet. He swipes his screen and brings the phone up to his ear.

*Thomas's POV*

"What the bloody hell do you want?" I shout at Isabella.

"You, baby..."

I release a groan. "Isabella...."

"Please, sweetheart? I miss you."

"The feeling is not mutual, Isabella."

"Please, Thomas. I want you back. You don't need that girl in your life. She's beneath you."

"Yes, but you're beneath her. She makes me happier than you do!"

"I don't understand what she has that I don't!"

"A heart...." I mutter quietly. Emmalyn laughs quietly where she lays next to me. She knows who I'm talking to. There is a rather bitter glare on her features while I talk. I didn't expect her to be happy about it. She wasn't.

"I heard that," Isabella growled.

"Yes, that is why people speak. To be heard."

Isabella squealed in disgust. "You're mother absolutely despises her! She will never let you be with her! You know that, don't you?"

I laugh. "I find it humorous as to how you think my mother's wishes matter to me."

"I hate you, Thomas Sangster! Just remember that."

"Will do!" I clicked the end button and tossed my phone back on the couch.

"What did the Witches Apprentice want this time?" Emmalyn asks.

"Me."

She clicked her tongue. "That is trashy not classy."

I laugh as she pulled herself to her feet."Where you going, love?" I ask as she walks down the hallway.

"I'm supposed to talk to some students at a school today. I'm supposed to be there in an hour or so."

"Don't die."

"I'll try not to," she shouts over her shoulder.

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Hours have passed since she left this morning. She was supposed to be back an hour ago. I clicked the television on. "Breaking news! A school shooting has taken place at West Crawley High School. Ten students and three staff members have been presumed dead while many more are being taken to the hospital for injuries."

West Crawley. Why is that name sticking in my head? That's the school Emmalyn was going to. I grab my phone and dial her number. It goes straight to voice mail. I release a heavy groan. God damnit!

I bury my head in my hands as curse words stream from my lips. This cannot be happening. Maybe she's fine, Thomas.

But what if she's dead?

No! Don't think like that! She'll be alright. She's not an idiot. She knows how to take care of herself. She's done a perfectly good job at it for the past 28 years. But, then, what about the fact that she probably tried to get as many people to safety as she could? She could've gotten hurt then...

There were so many factors to consider that my countless minutes of reasoning gave none of the comfort I seeked.

I find myself screaming into a pillow. Paris lays her head in my lap, attempting to comfort me. It's not working. She's missing her owner. I'm missing her too. She whimpers softly, her eyes looking at the television screen, knowing that her beloved owner may not be walking through the front door anytime soon.

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A/N: Really short chapter and I apologize. You do not understand the amount of writer's block I have! I've been trying to update my Nico fanfiction and this story actually got pushed to the back of my mind. Please refrain from killing me! I did at least give you something! Comment/ vote!! -med_01

QOTC: What time is it right now?

My answer: 9:21 p.m.