Healing Hearts

10 || painful

Mateo ⋆｡°✩

"You don't hate Emmalyn as much as you used to now, huh?" Elias grinned to himself, whispering.

I lit up the cigarette between my fingers as i leaned against the wall behind me. I can't help it. I told Elias everything after the party, well, obviously not everything, just that i was beginning to think differently about Emma.

I haven't felt this way for anyone. This is new to me, and it's terrifying.

"I always knew you two would end up together."

"I never hated her." I mumbled and he sighed. "Really, i never hated her i
just—fuck—i just—i don't know." I mumbled the words that came out, unsure of what i was saying.

"And we're not together." i sternly continued.

"Yet." he added, quick. I tried to answer but he cut me off.

"You love her." What? Love? I can't feel love, this can't be the case.. it's just, i like her—a lot.

"You love her so much. You refuse to accept it, since you've never felt this way of loving and being loved again, and you may wished you didn't but i promise you, this is all you need and want. Please, allow yourself to accept her, and maybe a part of you will finally feel complete, rather than empty and dark."

Okay, when the fuck did he get into the poetic shit?

"I don't want to love her, i don't like what that means for me." i tried to explain.

"What do you think it means?" he crossed his arms close to his chest.

"It means i have something to loose again, and i'm not strong enough for that anymore." i forced the words out of my mouth. I tried to hide the fear, pain and emotion my voice held.

Elias looked at me with a sorrowful expression on his face, then nodded and put his arm around me, giving me a side hug in attempt to reassure me that he understood. Even if i probably hug Elias once every two years, i'm glad he's here helping me.

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Emmalyn ⋆｡°✩

After being left alone on the chilly ground, i passed out for a few hours, letting my body take the rest it needed, but when i woke up, everything felt even worse than before.

The pain was unbearable, i wanted to run and scream and shout my dad, i wanted to make him feel guilty for what he had done to his own daughter.

I wanted him to feel agony, feel hurt and feel regret.

He ruined my night, the same way that he always does, but i had a strong feeling that this would be the last time it happened.

I cleaned my wounds as best as i could, applied cream to my body to help it relax and heal faster, i took numerous naps through the day and attempted to eat a bit more than usual.

I kept that same routine for a few days until i eventually gained the stamina and strength to move without feeling excruciating pain all over my body.

My body still hurt a lot when i touched certain spots, but i can manage it.

My dad and i haven't seen each other ever since, since i was locked in my room and only allowed myself to leave after making sure he had left the house, and to my surprise, he hadn't searched at all for me.

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Four days later, i finally went to school, wearing an oversized hoodie on top of my light washed pair of baggy jeans. My hair was naturally wavy, so i let it down and covered up the light circles under my eyes with concealer, even though they have been getting better due to the amount of sleep i've been getting recently.

Thankfully, my clothes covered all the visible bruises and since it was cold outside, nobody questioned my choice of long sleeve and pants.

Mateo and i have unexpectedly been getting along well. I thought that after the party, he would stop talking to me, or ignore me and regret everything we said and done that day.

Instead, he texted and asked if we could hang out again, but for obvious reasons, i had to decline knowing the state i was in.

He has been a huge help to me lately. Without him, i would've been crying and isolating my thoughts, possibly even going a little insane.

But he was there, even if he didn't mean or want to, he distracted me when we texted with silly jokes he made.

Of course he didn't know the truth though. I told him i had to stay home so i could heal and rest 'cause i was sick. Half truth.

I slightly blushed at the thought of him. I'm not sure what happened to me these past weeks, but for the first time in my life, a boy, a male, is showing me what being loved and taken care of feels like.

It helps me feel a little better, realising that maybe i'm not the one to blame for how awful my dad is treating me.

Maybe he should take the blame.

"Hi Emma!" As i sat down for our first lesson, Mateo greeted me and i valiantly tried to hide the redness on my cheeks.

Of course though, he noticed and grinned. "Aw, you're blushing." he said and i gave him a sharp elbow to his gut.

"I'll fuck you up." I threatened.

"Oh? I like it aggress-" he started but i cut him off by poking his waist, and he jumped back.

Ticklish, huh? Got it.

He raised his hands in front of him to defend himself, as if he was reading my mind.

"Don't you dare." he warned and my smile widened, but before i could tickle him, he took hold of both of my wrists and gently pushed me back. "Try me." he winked.

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A/N: word count: 1000
I apologise for the late chapters but i'm so busy with exams these days, pls be patient and give me a few days until school's officially over, so i can update regularly again🤍.

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(ew that was cringe wtf)