𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑰𝒄𝒆 | 𝒈𝒙𝒈

𝑭𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝑳𝒊𝒏𝒆

———TW: self harm, emotional abuse———

Em and I have been dating for about two months now, and life is good.

We spend a lot of time together, and by a lot I mean we hang out almost every other day. My daily routine has become waking up-school-gym-Emily, and I am loving every second of it.

The only problem was that the girls felt like I was neglecting them, which I unintentionally was, but we talked it out and now we're back to hanging out at least once a week, apart from practice of course.

Em and I both got early acceptance letters to Princeton, I knew I was gonna get in but Emily wasn't sure, so she was over the moon about it. If she hadn't gotten in I would've fixed it, because honestly the girl is ten times smarter than me and she deserves it, but I know she would've been mad about it so it's better she got in "fair and square".

The thought of living together crossed my mind a couple time—or a million—but it's way too soon to even suggest that. We've only been dating for two months, and moving in together is a crazy idea, even for crazy u-haul lesbians—or bisexual, in my case. So I'm letting it go for now, and when the time comes I'll suggest that she moves in with me. I will be renting a penthouse downtown so there will be more than enough room for the both of us.

Two days after we got the letters Em and Helena invited me over to a Passover Seder mixed with Princeton acceptance celebration. Turns out Em is half Jewish on her mother's side, they don't practice but they do celebrate the holidays. It was nice and different than Easter, which we'll be celebrating together in the Hamptons next week at my grandparents' house.

The only problem was that the cake I bought was made from flour, and I wasn't aware of the fact that you're not supposed to eat any, but thankfully they only care about that rule in the actual dinner so we ended up eating the lemon pie the next day.

Generally, life was good, but in the past two days Em disappeared off the face of the earth, and I was getting worried.

Yesterday she skipped school, saying that she has terrible migraines, I offered to come over but she insisted it was a bad idea so I let it go. She only texted me back at 11 PM, which was weird considering I texted all day, but I didn't think too much of it as I know the screen makes the headaches worse.

Today, she was supposed to have a shift at the diner, a shift that she told me she was going to. So, naturally, I went to do my homework at the diner after practice, because that's what I usually do—yes, I'm obsessed, as if that surprises anyone—but she wasn't there. I thought she might be running late so I texted her, she didn't even read my text.

After an hour of sitting there waiting for Em to show up, I asked that girl who goes to school with us, Zoe, if she knows where Em is. She said she was covering her shift because Em has a stomach ache.

Em is not the type of girl who'd lie, about anything, which made me realize something is definitely going on. Ignoring me, lying, making up excuses, it's all very uncharacteristic, so I drove to her house to try and figure out what the hell is going on.

I rang the bell once—no answer—twice—nothing. I know Helena is out because the car is not here, but Emily has to be home. I know she's there because she literally has nowhere else to be, I even asked The Witch if she knew why Em skipped her shift and she said she didn't know. So it's either Em is ignoring the world on purpose, or she was kidnapped, which seems unlikely.

I rang the bell again, three times, and knocked on the door frantically. I was worried, really fucking worried.

Something is wrong and I can feel it in my fucking bones.