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Chapter 67: Brooklyn Bridge/ Broken Childhood

Chapter 67: Brooklyn Bridge/ Broken Childhood

                   C H R I S T O P H E R: 🥀

  I should have stopped her from leaving. I should have not let her go. And I just screwed up so badly and I can't even believe what I just did. I guess I always needed a reason to get her mad at me one way or another. But I never truly acted intentionally to get her to walk out there in the streets of New York City.

   I'm sitting my room, my leg is shaking with the most intense nerves that h can't stop shaking. I just keep thinking about Emma. Is she okay? Is she actually mad at me? I actually just got her to give in to me and now I lost her again. She told me not to follow her. But what if she meant the opposite of what she said? She could run into the wrong crowd. There is a thing out there called sex and human trafficking. What if someone kidnaps her? I'm responsible for her. And I truly fucked up.

    I took out my phone and I called Emma ten times every twenty minutes. It would ring either once or twice and then go to her voicemail. I know she's pressing the ignore button on me on purpose. And I absolutely hate that I am the reason she ran out there. I was panicking because I didn't know where she is. I have to go out to look for her. I had not cared if I called a million times. I had to.

    "Hey Em, it's me. I have left you like ten messages since you left. But I'm worried about you. Please call me when you get this. Tell me where you are. Just let me know your okay. I love you." I said, leaving a message in her voicemail for the millionth time. I have texted her and she hasn't replied.

   I had went through my contacts and I came across Lara Jean's number. I hated bothering her, but I am in a crisis. And she told me whenever I needed something to just call her, and so I did. And it rang only three times and when she picked up, I could hear about seven different voices in the background and some jam hip hop music and so I assumed she was at a party.

   "Hey Christopher," she answered, and her voice sounded a little funny. And that's when I'm starting to think she might be a little drunk. "What have you been up to? It's been a week and I haven't heard from you. Tell me everything. What's the tea?"

   I had actually been terrified to say anything about it, and telling her that I caused Emma to walk out is entirely my fault and I deserve the blame. I threw my head forward, and I just wanted to huddle in a corner and disappear forever.

   "I screwed up, Lara Jean." I mumbled miserably.

"You couldn't have screwed up that bad. I mean your intelligent, mysterious, beautiful and charming. So I don't see what your talking about." Lara Jean said, and I had felt nothing but failure when it came to what was going on.

I had walked out of the bedroom and I had gone down the staircase and went into the sitting room where the fireplace was going while the fire was crackling loudly.

"Emma and I got into a fight... and I screwed it all up. And she walked out and left. And now I don't know where she is. I know she'll come back. But she told me not to follow her and I'm worried. So please tell me what I can do to fix this." I whined out, terrified that I sent Emma out on a death trip and I just heard my breathing getting badly out of control.

  "Christopher, calm down. First off, you can fix this. We all make mistakes. And I know Emma is a person who will forgive you because deep down... she is in love with you. If she tells you she loves Noah... then she's lying to herself. I saw the way she looked the second she went to see you at the hospital. It reminded me of Elizabeth Bennett in Pride and Prejudice going head over heels for Mr. Darcy. And you Christopher, are her Mr. Darcy. So go out there and find your Elizabeth Bennett." Lara Jean said and she so poetic and rational.