Between us and only us (Scamacca & Y/n)

Chapter 18

"Y/n I've always loved you" Emile says with his hand on my cheek "but you've always been difficult, you've never loved me" these words are spat in my face.
I tear myself awake from my dream. My heart is racing and I can't catch my breath.

"Hey hey what's up" I hear that voice. I look around at where I am. I feel those warm arms around me. I look up at that face. My dream may not of have been true but last nights nightmare definitely was.

No words. I try to say anything and nothing comes out. I can't make heads or tails of my thoughts.

"Hey, you're okay. I promise you're okay" Gianluca embraces me and squeezes me tightly.

When I move away from the embrace is when the real thoughts come flooding into my head.

I get up and start to pace. What am I supposed to do? Are me and Emile over? Where even am I? Does Emile know i'm here?

"What happened after I left the party last night?" I ask Gianluca trying to figure out who knows what.

"Martin said he was gonna go looking for you and I said no I'll go. I figured no one wanted me to stay much longer and I wanted to fix what I'd fucked up"

"So likely chance is Emile knows I'm here?!"

"Probably. Has he tried to phone you?" Gianluca asks. I don't know so I dig my phone out my handbag and find it.

"Am I surprised?" Am I? "No probably not." I look at what notifications I have, missed calls from Bukayo and Martin but none from Emile.

"No call, no message, no nothing" I'm debating my next step.

"I have to get home" I say. I sigh as I look at my feet. Home, maybe yesterday, right now I have no where to call mine.

As I've had this internal debate Gianluca has sat looking clueless. But finally he pipes up.

"Do you want a lift?" I can't, the last thing I need is to give Emile another bullet.

"No, it's not fair to the situation"

The statement makes Gianluca want to scoff. What's not fair was Emile pulling the rug out from my feet.

I thank Gianluca for giving me a place to stay and make my way back home, back to Emile's, by train.

I get to the door. I have a key, it's in the front pocket of my bag but it feels wrong to walk in on my own accord. It's not my house anymore. I knock.

I sit down on the doorstep with my back to the door after waiting a minute with no response. I feel pathetic, I doubt he's going to open the door.

"Y/n" the door opens and I look up over my shoulder at him.

"Can we talk?" I say as the lump in my throat bobs up again and tears threaten me.

"Come in" he offers me and hand to get up and scans me trying to figure out where I got my clothes from.

"I should start" Emile says as he leads me into the living room. I don't sit down, I sink into the wall.

"I shouldn't have said what I did and for that I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told you not to come home. I hope you found somewhere to stay. But I was angry okay. Why didn't you tell me that you were friends with that guy? Did you think I'd be upset? How do you even know him?"

Emile doesn't look at me. He looks at the floor. Sat on sofa with his hands clasps within one another.

I debate for a moment my answer before realising I have nothing to lose, I can't stay with someone who chucks me out because he's angry.