Stay With Me // ON HOLD

7

Emma

After Troy left I felt safe. I felt like no one was going to hurt me anymore. He was like my guardian angel, and I loved him for that.

I always knew that everyone has a soft side that show affection and love (except Kaylee, she was a ruthless, cold-hearted bitch).

I return home with a smile on my face. The last time that happened I was in kindergarden and my teacher gave me some sweets 'cause I listened in class.
"Someone looks happy today," my mom teases,"what happened?" It was pretty unusual for us to communicate together, I always locked myself up and listened to depressing music.

"Troy, my crush, ever since like... ughh... forever," I sigh, " actually noticed that I exist and he hugged me." I get over excited, "well I'm glad that happened, because guess who just got tickets to Paris!", I look at her in disbelief, "no way, OMG I CANT BELIEVE YOU!" I start screaming and jumping." I got two, one for you and the other one for whoever you want", she looks at me and smiles, "I thought you might take a time off and get to see the world, you know because you were so locked out of the real world," she goes on.
"mom, I want you to come with me, you're always working and you should take a holiday", I smile at her, warmly.
"Aww, honey you don't have to, how about you take Troy," her answer shocks me."oh my god, mom. Our realationship isn't that way, we're just friends, and I want you to come," she looks at me for a second, then spreads her arms wide enough so that I could fit in. I fall into her hug. Warmth fills my body and I feel my mother once again. "I've got a meeting in London that week, so I can't come. But I thought about letting you go out and enjoy the real world."
"Well I thank you for your offer, but I'm not going anywhere," I give her a small smile and i turn around and walk away.
"The flight is in one week, so you better start packing and call Troy to tell him to pack up or I would've just wasted a lot of money," she shouts at me while I'm making my way to my room.
There was no escape.

When I get inside my room, my cellphone starts ringing and I look at it and frown. No one ever calls me. I'm always the one who tries to start the conversation. I look at the caller ID, but it's unknown. I hold the phone in my hands for a few seconds. Then slide to answer it.

"Hello, is this Emma, Emma Carter?" The voice speaks. "Yes...yes it is," I swallow, "is there something I can help with or you know..." I just stop, unable to continue. "Actually, your brother Jesse just got arrested and he would like you to help him," he answers. Hearing that sentence explained to me that Jesse has either been doing or selling drugs and the speaker was a cop.

" I'll be right there", I answer.

I arrive at the station and rush to the officer sitting at a desk, "I'm here for Jesse Carter." He looks at me. Judges me from head-to-toe, then decides to answer,"Oh, the kid with the drug issues, here follow me. I need you to sign some papers". I follow his lead, until I'm standing at a desk, signing some papers that I'm not even bothered to read.

When I'm done, they make me wait for a few minutes until Jeese's out of his cell. The moment I look at him I drag him by the ear and head to the car. "What were you thinking!" He just looks ahead and doesn't care to answer back, just as if he didn't get arrested.

Jesse was always the left-aside child. I only had two siblings, and Jesse is the oldest. Our parents didn't quite care about him that much. When my brother died, Jesse spiraled out of control and started doing drugs and I started suffering from depression.
Most doctors told me that depression was a side effect of bulling and being hurt emotionally. But to me it was a side effect of a slow and painful death.

During the car ride nobody speaks, or even mutters A word under their breath. Which I'm glad gave me time to think about my life in general.
I was alone, usually. I had a friend to hang out with, Madison, but she was always busy. I'd be surprised if she had some personal time, just to take care of herself. She never called me and I never called her.
I felt so lonely and useless, I had no one to hang onto. Or someone to take to Paris with me (Troy wasn't an option).

Sometimes, I felt like even my own shadow would leave me alone.