Forever Mine {BOOK 4}

Chapter Nine

                          EMMA POV.

      We had been back in California from our honeymoon for a week now. And we're both trying to figure out the happy life we always enjoyed. As usual I'm working at Blossom Publishing and I'm going to school at the community college for nursing. I'm in my second year, and I'm actually enjoying every class. Every time I'm at work the girls always ask me about my wedding ring and they want to look at it. They all gasp and tell me how beautiful it is that it makes them so envious.

I have been thinking about the whole married life and what I'm supposed to do or what I'm not supposed to do. I know my parents managed it pretty well. And I know that marriage can be a little stressful in the beginning. But even though it's been a week since we returned from our honeymoon in Paris, I literally had to try to get a time to say I'm done working at a restaurant where I serve at a fancy expensive restaurant. Besides I make more money being at Blossom Publishing's. And Victoria helped me land the job in spite that I'm in school for nursing. And Diego Blossom actually enjoys my work I can do by reading manuscripts, filling out papers, answering phones, and picking up food for the office, and filling up coffee for everyone even myself. Victoria only works there when she needs extra money which her dad and her both had an understanding. She works at a nail salon while going to school for veterinarian. And it isn't shocking because Victoria just loves animals which is technically the reason why she became a vegetarian because she hates the cruelty of eating animals. Everything is a vegetarian meal she has on her plate. She eats vegan desserts only. Like a vegan cake which is what people generally laugh at.

    So I don't work as a waitress anymore because my life is hectic and too busy with both jobs and going to school. So I'm working for Blossom Publishing and I love the quiet I get when I'm at work there. I get to work at my desk, and see a photo of Christopher and me that I have sitting there on my desk along with a picture of me and my dad when I was twelve. And of course a picture of Marshmallow and Pepper stays on my desk.

    But working at an office is a good distraction. And it's not like I need a distraction it's just good when in case I might need it when I'm not in the mood to cry or think about my dad and how much I'm still not over his death or that I haven't healed from losing him still. Christopher cries over my dad constantly. I sometimes wake up in the middle of the night, and I find him gone and he isn't in bed with me. He's downstairs in the basement literally crying his eyes out. And it hurts because he didn't get to go through it with the rest of us like my mom and Colleen did. He was in his douchebag era again and he didn't give two fucks about me. Victoria helped me through it so much and so did my mom. I went through a lot. And that's not including almost being killed by my uncle who my mom hates that I referring him to my uncle when she tells me he's not my uncle but that he was a sociopathic man who only was born the same day my dad was. And she's right, because he tried killing me. He and Moon kidnapped me and Ted tried killing me.

    Sometimes when I sleep at night, I see Ted over me as he's choking me and I'm back there in that abandoned big alley as he was trying to kill me. I usually wake up gasping for life. And of course, I just know that Ted and Moon both haunt my dreams. But they aren't my biggest concern right now because nothing has happened to me for me to worry about Moon coming after me. My therapist says that sometimes our fears make us create these feelings of them chasing us. I have an alarm system in my house, a door-cam, and a gun in my safe. And I think if Moon wanted to do anything to me she would've done it by now.

   Except that Josh Scott is dead.

    When Christopher and I returned home from Paris, it was all over the news on tv and every news outlet and news article or paper. His face appeared on it. It would say something like; Joshua Alexander Scott, owner of Bogue company, son of Nathaniel and Dottie Scott, dead at 33 from a heinous crime.