Emison: My Life Support

(5) Time Flies By

Emily's Pov:

I'm guessing you thought we had sex.

Think again.

Well I mean, I orgasmed but she didn't.

We didn't get that far.

It was my turn to please her and her phone lit up, it said a guy named Sean texted her...

I paused and grabbed her phone, I was sitting on top of her stomach. It said 1 new picture message. I opened it and-

"What the fuck is this Alison?!"

"Uhhhmmm"

"You know I actually believed you 6 months ago when you said you were gay."

I threw the phone at her and began to get dressed. The texts. The image.

She was sending him nudes? But why.

"Emily babe, I can explain."

Tears were rolling down my cheeks. Splattering on the floor.

"I thought you had feelings for me, I thought that you actually fell for me. How stupid." I said while shaking my head, my eyes watering.

"Babe if you just let me explain everything-"

I walked over to her and slapped her as hard as I could across the face.

Her eyes were watering now too.

I slowly put my hand in my pocket and pulled out a picture, of us.

"Look at this Alison! Look at it!!!"

I shoved the first picture we took together right in her face. Her eyes looking up from the ground.

"I needed attention Emily, you are so lost in your own little world sometimes it's so hard for you to pay attention to me."

"Bull fucking shit Alison. I gave you everything." I said, screaming. I was so angry.

"I'm needy"

"Is this a joke to you?!"

"No, but it is to you. You don't really care about me. You just need a toy to keep you from being depressed about being gay." She snapped.

I was so hurt. I was so... done.

I crumbled up the picture and put it in my pocket, I should've thrown it away. But I couldn't let go of her.

"Leave. NOW!!!" I screamed.

Alison's Pov:

I didn't mean to hurt her, so when I left, I didn't really leave. I sat on her doorstep, listening to every cry.

Emily's Pov:

I walked into the kitchen and pulled a bottle of vodka out of the cupboard.

I blasted music and went into the bathroom. Dancing around, not giving a fuck what I would do to myself.

I was laughing at my figure I seen in the mirror before me, broken. I decided to call my friend Elena over to give me a makeover.

Alison's Pov:

While I was sitting on her doorstep a girl came over to Emily's door.

What the fuck.

"Who are you?" A young and very pretty girl said.

"You must be Alison, the bitch who broke my best friend's heart."

"You know what, I'm not even going to pick a fight with you." She was holding a big black duffle bag. She pulled Tequila out of it and tossed it to me.