𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒━━━━━𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎✰

027

027
emory pov
(picking up from last chapter)

     SAWYER HOLDS MY HAND AS WE leave the party. before i walk out the door i turn around and see chris looking at me. he has this sadness that's new to his face. like everything around him is dark, and he's alone and scared.

i turn back around and pick up my pace walking by sawyers side. he looks down at me and smiles, i send him one back and rest my head on his shoulder. he opens the car door for me and waits till i get in to close it and head around to the drivers side.

"wait! i forgot my purse, i'll be right back." i say going to get out. sawyer grabs my hand lightly. "are you sure? i can go get it emory."

'"no, no. i'm fine. i'll be right back." i say getting out the car and heading back inside.

i head to the couch and see my purse still there. thank god.

i grab it and throw it over my body. i turn around but stop because a body is towering over me. my breath shakes. actually i think it's my whole body shaking. the grey jacket with the fucking white under shirt. that damn cologne that just doesn't smell that good on sawyer.

i look up and he's already looking down at me. i really was wishing it wasn't him.

"hey." he says.

he says it like nothing fucking happened. everything fucking happened. i feel my knees try to collapse but he goes to help stabilize me. the minute his hand touches me i flinch.

"you don't look so good."

"ha, thought i was doing a pretty good job at hiding it." i say looking back down at my feet.

my chest hurts. it feels like someone grabbed it and is squeezing it and ripping it out slowly.

he grips my elbow a little tighter. "can you please come home?" he begs. his voice croaks and i close my eyes.

you can't give into him. this is the whole reason you're here right now. you keep giving in to him.

"be honest emory, you miss us."

"i'm trying my best here to be brutally honest, chris you killed me. shit i can't even look at you. you're so beautiful you make my heart drop but i can't go home to you. i can't. you hurt me chris. you really hurt me."

"do you miss me?"

i don't reply. i don't shake my head yes, i don't shake my head no.

"emory.." his voice sounds begging.

i can't reply to him. i need him to hurt the way i hurt. i look up and met his eyes and i realize i can't be like chris. i can't be that heartless.

"i love you chris. of course i miss you. but i'm not coming back." he lets my elbow fall from his hand and looks at me.

"i have to go. sawyers waiting for me." i step to the side and walk.

i stop right besides chris and look over at him, "it was good to see you chris.' i keep walking away without turning around.

i close my bedroom door and flip down on my bed. i'm exhausted and my feet hurt. i go to take off my shoes but before i can my phone starts ringing. i pick it up and see it's nick calling me.

i answer it and prop it up as i take my shoes off. "hey." i say as i pull my first heel off.

"hey emory." he says propping his phone up.

i kinda just look at him. "is there a certain reason why you're calling?" i ask grabbing my phone and laying down.

"what did you say to chris?"

"why do you think i said something to him?"

"he just screamed at may and told her he fucking hated her and wished she never came into his life and kicked her out. and your name fell out his mouth multiple times during the argument."

"oh."

oh. really is that all i had to say. oh? yeah actually i said a lot to him. but so little at the same time.

"what did you say emory?"

"i just told him i wasn't coming home."

"home. you're really not?" he ask.

"no nick. i don't want to see him."

"so you punish us all?" he ask.

he sounds mad. but i have to put myself first. i have to stop putting peoples needs over mine. i love every single one of them, god especially chris but i have to take time.