My Precious Euphoria

60.

Kia

You know your wrong...

Why don't you just tell him...

Your scared..

But you know it's wrong to keep this from him...

My subconscious has done nothing but pester me while I work. Anything I did my subconscious told me how terrible I was. I was currently wiping down tables, but my mind would keep brining up all my problems that I have not faced yet. Especially the fact I haven't told Emilio about Me and Nates past.

Every-time I lie I feel like I'm digging myself a whole down to the point I will lose him. I truly convinced myself that I was the one protecting him from the truth, but in all honesty I was only protecting myself.

It's been a week since the funeral and I'm still having my own emotions about it. I haven't got to see Gabriela since the funeral, but I promise myself I will text her later.

"Kia you okay?" My manager asks me.

"Uh...yeah I'm fine." She nods, and heads back to the kitchen.

After work I planned to hang out with Emilio at his house. I wanted to be around Emilio, but my subconscious was making me feel bad.

I pull into the drive way after getting past the gates. I quickly send a message to him letting him know I'm here and then walk to the door.

I knock twice before Patrick opens the door. "Hi Mrs. Scott." Patrick greets me.

"Hi Patrick, Emilio is in right?" I say hoping he didn't forget I was coming.

"Yes he's in the living room on the computer." I walk into the house, and make my way to the living room. Emilio was sitting on the couch with his laptop on his lap. He was studying his computer intently. I almost didn't want to bother him.

Almost like he knew I was there he shift his head towards me. "Hey." He smiles and closes his computer.

"Hey." I say walking to him. I sit beside him and he hugs me.

"How was work?" He asks me.

"It was okay. Just work." I say leaning on him.

"Oh yea."

"Yea, but my manager wants to meet you she's been pestering me about you." I say remembering how Mrs. Shayla wanted to meet him.

"Oh really I might pop in then." He says smiling.

My eyes go back to the closed laptop. I couldn't help myself but to ask him, "What was you doing on the laptop I've never seen you so focused on anything other than sports." I say laughing.

"Baby I focus on a lot of things, but nothing really just some files." He says. I decide not to push it and I stay leaned on his shoulder.

"You okay?" He asks.

I scrunch my eyebrows, "Do I look bad?" I ask him.

"No it's just it seems like you got a lot on your mind." He says looking down at me.

He was right I've had a lot on my mind. To much in fact. I decided I wanted to atleast unload one of my problems since he asked.