Connected.

Chapter 24:What happened to us?

At night, when most people were asleep, I was awake thinking about my life.
From the first memory I had, to the last.
I would sometimes cry out of happiness thinking about how my inner child would be proud of who I've become, or out of sadness thinking about how the person who   I loved the most, the person who has stopped me from harming myself, was now the most distant they've ever been.
Without thinking of the consequences, one particular night I sent a text to Em.
'What happened to us? Why don't you ever want to communicate your feelings with me? Can we fix this?', I asked, desperately wanting some closure from the person who told me that they could only offer me themselves, hoping that would be enough.
But he didn't even give me half of him, while I gave him everything I could. From pleasure to sufferjng, from love to hate.
I sat in the middle of my bed, looking at my phone up until morning came.
He saw my message, but didn't even respond.
When I went to school, he wasn't there. Just my friends. I was at peace, but I was feeling furious because he didn't have the courage to tell me what he felt.

Two months after that happened, I get a photo from Monroe with the text'I'm so sorry, Zephyr'.
The photo was of Emmerson kissing a girl at the pastry next to the cafe Alexander worked at. Monroe said she saw them and immediately took a picture of them.
I got dressed up in a mini skirt with the 'Aer-yeah 51' band tee, and went to meet up with Monroe so we could destroy this boy.
I went by his house and asked his mom to give me the love letter I gifted Emmerson, and told his mom what his son did.
Emmerson's mom loves me, so she was on my side.
'Go wreck that kid!', she said.
Me and Monroe met up at the cafe Alexander worked at, and when he heard the news he took a break to see what was going to happen next.
And there he was.
When we entered the cafe, the bell was jangling over our heads, making Emmerson to look at us.
He was surprised, and afraid.
I went up to him, pulled out the love letters, and ripped them apart, only letting one tear to stream down my eye.
Before Emmerson could've even opened their mouth to speak, the bell jangled again.
Belial entered the cafe.
My friends explain to him whst happened, and immediately hugs me while the girl Emmerson was cheating on me with was apologizing to me and joined our embrace before she left. I didn't blame her, and I could sense the fact that she didn't know.
Emmerson looked embarrassed, but he didn't say anything. He just payed and left.
Me and my friends went at my house, therefore talking about the situationship I had with Emmerson and sadly Seth and Bug couldn't make it because they were at an art contest.

Author's note:
'The abused becomes the abuser'.