As i pulled up to my house, i noticed a car sitting next to Timothee's. It must just be his assistant. I thought. I walked in like normal and cooked some dinner. Chicken pasta with a tomato salad. I went into my closet and got out some comfy pyjamas, there was nothing to do tonight. I had a lovely bath and made my hair silky with my olaplex collection. I done my whole skincare routine and roughly dried my hair. I had a long day shooting my new series.
I heard Timothee laughing with someone in his bedroom, and i wondered who it was. I vaguely opened the door and he was kissing my sister. I screamed in his face,
"What the fuck Timothee?! Why with Ella?!"
"Emmie! Uhh i can explain." He was startled,
"Explain what that didn't look like she was fucking forcing you!" I shouted, Ella just stared at us two every time we spoke, "what the fuck are you looking at?" I asked, I walked over to her and smacked her in the face, causing her to fall off the bed. Timothee grabbed me by the arms and dragged me out the room.
"GET THE FUCK OFF ME!" I slapped him. He held his face and looked angered,
"Why the fuck would you hit your sister?" He asked,
"Because she fucking knows how much i love you, but you're just a piece of shit." I answered. Timothee shook his head,
"How is this your sisters fault?" He kept questioning me.
"She fucking knows how much i love you!" I started crying. Timothee sighed and hugged me for around 30 seconds, until i realised,
"Get the fuck off me you piece of shit." I yanked him off me and walked away.
"Emmie wait! Please. I love you." He tried calming me.
"If you fucking loved me you wouldn't of cheated on me twice." I screamed. Little did i know Ella came crawling downstairs with a blade.
"Don't you dare hit your fucking older sister!" Ella screamed, she hit me in the face,
"Girls! Get off each other!" Timothee tried to separate us. I dragged Ella's hair, thats when she fatally stabbed me in my stomach. I froze. Ella released the blade and ran. Timothee turned and watched her, not realising i had just collapsed with pain. He turned around to me dying on the floor.
"Emmie! Wake up! Please." Timothee started to get up set and his tears dripped softly down my face. The ambulance was delayed for an hour and Timothee noticed I couldn't last 20 more minutes. He got me into my bed and tried to stop the blood flowing. I whispered in his ear,
"I love you so much!" Timothee started to sob,
"Don't you fucking leave me. Don't you fucking leave me!" I started to loose my breath,
"Tell my family and friends i love them, but not as much as you." I asked, then my vision went black.Timothee's POV
She ordered me to tell everyone she loved them, and her breathing stopped. She had just died in my arms. Her face was pale and her skin was as cold as ice. I lied on her hand sobbing for 45 minutes,
"Emmie Jay Henderson. Her name was Emmie Jay Henderson!" I sobbed to the paramedics,
"Do you know her birthday and time of death?" They asked me,
"Yeah," i sniffled, "her birthday is the 23rd June 1996, her time of death was 6:47 pm tonight." I continued,
"So her date of death was the 25th August 2021 at 6:47 pm?" The paramedics asked,
"Mhm" I nodded. The paramedics set off with her body and i was sat on the stairs heartbroken and distraught.
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