STILL

Chapter thirty-seven

Emma grabbed her phone to see three notifications from Tom.

Tom: Portaliko
Tom: Reservation at 6pm
Tom: I'll pick you up at 5pm or something, ok?

Emma: Ooooh fancy!
Emma: Okay, 6 it is!

She walked to her closet and shuffled through her closet. She shuffled through piles of clothes only to remember where she kept that special dress, she bought months ago. Emma grabbed a chair as she reached a box at the top of her closet.

She opened it only to see that long red dress she bought a while ago. She pulled part of it out of the box and held it against her cheeks, it was so soft smooth she was afraid she'd never be able to take it off.

She took a deep breath as she took the rest of the dress out of the box. she stood Infront of her mirror and laid the the dress against her body. The smooth fabric brushed against her skin like it belonged on it. Anything and everything she owned paled in comparison.

"That's beautiful!" Her mom barged in again.

"Thank you." Emma couldn't care less about her mom not knocking this time. Her mind was too busy calculating every possible way her night could go.

"Are you going out?" Her mother asked curiously.

"Yeah, Tom is taking me out tonight." She staired at the mirror, her fingertips on the dress soothing her fears.

"Tom?" Her mother looked surprised. She walked towards Emma with concern all over her face.

"Sweetie are you sure that's a good idea?" Emma's ears couldn't comprehend the question. Why wouldn't it be a good idea?

"What do you mean?" She asked she placed the dress gently onto her mattress.

"I mean it's not safe," she said calmly, "two, almost three weeks ago four of your friends died and Tom got impaled." she stated the facts, each word felt like a wire tied itself around Emma's neck. "Something out there is clearly targeting your group, are you sure going out is a good idea?" She said. Her voice was clam, her words weren't. The way her body moved radiated fear. She sat on the edge of Emma's bed, she tried to be as calm as possible but she couldn't help but fear for her child's safety.

"Yes, I'm sure." Emma said with confidence, although she wasn't sure. She had the same doubts, her mother's words were too accurate but she had to do this, she had to feel like her life was headed somewhere. She had to collect the shattered pieces of her mind and body, one way or another.

"Honey!" Emma heard her father call out for her mom. "Where is my suit!" She heard him yell again, his calls broke their chat before it escalated into a fight.

Emma got ready, she tried her best to let go of all the fear she felt but she had to do this.

She showered and dried her hair. She walked back to her bedroom and used her hair curler. She looked at her phone as she curled her hair only to see 16:30 Flash across her screen.

She put on her red dress and felt the fabric against her bare skin, she never loved the way she looked more than she did then. The dress flattered every inch of her body in a way she wouldn't dream of.

She looked at herself in the mirror one last time and admired the way she looked. Her blonde hair curled onto her shoulder. Her silver necklace ran across her bare skin as its end laid right above her chest. Her dress puffed below the knees made her look elegant. The bright shade of red showed the spark in her eyes.

She grabbed her white purse and walked out her bedroom door. Her phone started ringing in her bag.

She answered as she walked down the stairs, her heels clicked with every step she took.