Haunted Memories {SLOW UPDATES}

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Dear Emily,
I miss you. A lot. I don't have any news or happy moments for you in this letter. I can't hide it, things are really bad right now. Trust me, Emmy, you don't wanna land your ass in jail, it wouldn't be your scene. You're too delicate to be in prison, but don't worry, as soon as I get out, I'm giving you the pros and cons list so you can decide for yourself.
Lots of love,
David.
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Emily hadn't been feeling good for a while. She just thought it was her hangover that lasted longer than it should have, but it had been two weeks since her party, which was the last time she had drunk any alcohol, and here she was with that sinking feeling in the bottom of her stomach. She knew what a gut feeling was, she had had many of those before, but this didn't feel like one of them. This one felt more like an upset stomach but not like food poisoning. Her period was a week late, too, but her cycle was irregular so she didn't think anything of it.

And even if she was pregnant, her and David would figure it out, together. Like they always did. She'd have to tell her parents and they wouldn't be very happy with her getting pregnant before getting married, but they'd come around, they only had one daughter, after all.

It's not like they didn't want children, they really did, but there was a plan. First, David would have to find a stable job and Emily would finish college. Then she'd start working at a music school and teach kids to play the piano. She'd also started learning to play the violin, it was mandatory to know at least two musical instruments and the school was giving out free lessons. They would save up. Then Emily would open her own music school. And then they'd start trying for babies. It was a solid plan.

Emily decided to ditch her afternoon class and go out for some proper lunch. If anything could fix her up, that would be some good food. She went to her favourite coffee shop, got some tea and a slice of red velvet cake. She sat down and put her stuff on the round table in front of her. Not a long time had passed, when a brunette with long hair and black roots entered the small coffee shop. She had these beautiful dark green eyes, but they were puffy and red, she'd probably been crying. Emily thought she was very pretty, and maybe a compliment would make her smile a little. "Hi", Emily said to the brunette with the best smile she could pull on her lips, "I just wanted to tell you that you are really pretty". The brunette smiled for a second, but the expression she previously wore came back into view. "Thank you. You seem like a nice person. And you are also very pretty. Can I confide in you? You seem trustworthy. Can I trust you with my secret?" The brunette rumbled on. Emily felt for the poor girl. She must have been carrying something bad enough to make her confide in a stranger. Emily gestured for the brunette to sit down and as soon as the brunette got a coffee, she did, and then she started talking. And then her pain became Emily's.

Sweet Emily, she was always so kind, always helping people. That's one of the many reasons why David loves her. She always tried her best to help everybody who needed it and wouldn't ask questions. She was so precious in his eyes, and in anybody else's, if they concentrated hard enough.

David had woken up early that day, and he was hungry. He could make himself something to eat, but it would boring if he did it by himself. So he called Emily, just to ask if she wanted to have lunch together. The phone rang once. Twice. Thrice. The call was directed to her voicemail. He sighed and hang up. She was probably in class right now, she doesn't have steady lunch hours, he should have guessed that.

He started boiling water and looked around in the kitchen, trying to find ingredients for pasta. He found enough for his serving but didn't think it would suffice for another one. He should go grocery shopping in the next few days. Emily would be happy if she came back home to a full fridge. He smiled to himself. He loved seeing her happy, so he would go shopping the same afternoon. He ate his food in silence, when a message popped up on his phone.

1 unopened text from unknown
hey

He couldn't recognise the number, but the second message answered his questions.

its anabelle. we need to talk.

David stood frozen in front of the screen, contemplating his next move. The girl he cheated on the love of his life with was texting him. Had he given her the number? It had been two weeks, so why text him now? Did she need help getting in the club on a private event? That he could do, but he wouldn't let himself slip up twice. He saved the contacts name as 'mom' on his phone and then he did the dishes.

He kept glancing at his phone while doing so, till he broke.

to mom
i'm good for tomorrow. when's good enough for you?

He looked up at his reflection on the kitchen window, guilt and regret already creeping up on him. Before even realizing it he had grabbed the dishes he had washed and threw them on the wall with full force. He only realized he was swearing after the second plate broke. But he kept smashing them on the wall and screaming profanities, anyway.

Once he was calm again, he sat on the floor and started picking up broken pieces of glass. He threw out all but one, the sharpest one, and run it through his left hand. He was right handed, after all. He couldn't let Emmy see the mess he made, so his excuse should be damn good. This time the secret would be kept by him and his reflection. Nobody else needed to know.
Another notification.

1 unopened text from mom
Lunch okay for u?