you're mine

chapter 3

Emily's point of view

Once again, I am woken up by the sun. This time I am in my own bed, thankfully. When my body automatically falls into a stretching position, my nightgown lifts at the bottom.

I drop my feet down onto the floor and leave my bed, heading downstairs for some breakfast. When I arrive, I see My mom and dad are sat at the kitchen counter, talking about their day ahead before my dad leaves for work. They do it every morning. I see him stand up and kiss her goodbye. "Good morning sweetheart." he mutters to me as he walks past. "good morning, dad."

"good morning, mom. I am going out today, would you like me to run any errands for you?"

"Emelia, I let you have a week break because going to that party was so unlike you, I thought you might have been having some sort of mental breakdown." She stretches her worry. "But now you are fine and need to get back into your routine. You know you have Ice skating and volunteering on Sunday's." My mom informs me.

"Yes, I know mom but I really just wanted to go on a walk today and-"

"That is enough arguing now, Emelia. You will do as you're told." She interrupts me in a soft tone.

I supress a smirk at her seriousness. Once upon a time, I would've cried at my disappointment toward her. But now, at least most of the time, it makes me laugh. There are times when I get into my own head and her words affect me again.

...

The car on the road is smooth, relaxing. My figure skating bag is at my feet on the passenger seat floor. After my breakfast I got dressed into some white leggings and a pink tank top then left with my mom. I don't have bad parents or anything, I love them, they're just very protective of me since what happened with my brother. But, their overwhelming need to protect me means nothing is ever good enough. they always want more. I have been doing ballet since I was two years old, tap dance since four,ice skating since five, swimming since six and gymnastics since I was seven. They always want me doing something. I think they don't want to leave any time for anything to unscrew in my brain like it did with my brother. I do not have a phone, or any electronics for that matter.

I know people will see this as my parents wanting me to be perfect for public display, but that isn't true. They just want me to find my niche, not leaving me... wandering.

Luca

When I woke up I was thinking about her, I wanted to go straight to her but I thought it was best if I waited for my dad to leave for work, since he was not in a good mood last night and usually those last a while. When I came in last night, he gave me a bust lip for ignoring him earlier that evening.

But now, he has left. And I get to see my girl.

I walk to her house, remembering the way perfectly.

When I get there, the house seems completely still. No lights or sounds or movement happening.

Where is she? A frown creeps up onto my face. Of course, I don't know her schedule yet, but I plan to. And soon. I can't have more days like this where I show up and she isn't here.

I climb up to her window (which is surprisingly easy) and jump in. Her room is pretty and very feminine. Pink and white are the only two colours in sight. She keeps everything organized and clean. So perfect and precise.

After taking everything in I wonder if I should leave a note but I decide against it as I don't want to scare her. I leave before she comes back, as I am unaware of where she is or how long she will be.

she better be ok.

Emily's point of view

It is now 4:30 and I just finished volunteering, which was my last thing to do today. I am now waiting in the nursing home car park for my mom to pick me up. She went shopping whilst I done everything I had too.