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Michael's Pov

Yesterday in school Lorie and Melissa suggested that i have go to Emily house, since she been shutting me off for two weeks not answering my phone called or any texted messages. She hasn't come to school either, so i need to know what's going on.

I decided to go on Friday, i left school a bit early before the bell ring. She does not live far so  i walked five blocks. I was nevous and kind of shaky, i don't know either ring the bell or just  leave. Second thought  i came here for a reason to talk to my girlfriend and she probably needs someone right now.

I rang the bell twice, there was no response and I start panicked.  I rang it for the third times till i heard footsteps coming to open the door. I thought it was someone else opened it  for me, but it  was Emily! I didn't recognized  her, she looked different. She looked really pale, her eyes are puffy and redish like she hasn't sleep for a month. But there's something about  her that's never changed "her smell " she always smelled  black raspberry and vanilla on her caramel "flawless"  skin. As soon as I closed the door behind me, she pulled me into a hug like there is no tomorrow. She hugged me so tight, she didn't wanna let go. I was surprise for two things, she pulled away and she was not mad at me. After released me from the hug. she started to cry, it made me feel sad cause I've never seen her crying in front of me. I wiped her eyes with the back of my hand gently.

She laid me to her room. I've never entered to a girl room before unless it's my mom's room. I asked her if there's no one home beside us?? She ignored my question. Her room was organized unlike mine, I smiled at that thought. She showed me a picture of her dad, it was her and her dad went on ice skating, it seems like she was so happy that day. I guess she kept this picture as a souvenir. Her eyes was watering, I told her  everything will be alright, without knowing what had happened. There was a silence, I  know if I should speak up to break the silence or let her speaks first. Then she finally spoke up.

"it's my dad" every day I would woke up, I would heard them arguing over and over. They talked in a low voice  for me to not to hear  what were they saying, i could've still hear them anyway. but couldn't understand.  One day, I woke up I didn't hear nothing it was strange for me. I get out of the bed and walked to their room, to know if they were talking really low that I couldn't hear, I actually heard nothing. Every step I take my heart was beating,  afraid of kknowing what happened. I knocked on the door not waiting for any answer i just opened and found no one, I started to panic crying out their name. "I shouted mom, dad" there was no answered. I searched everywhere in the kitchen, the dining room couldn't find them. I went upstairs locked myself in my room, cause I didn't know what to do. Then why didn't you call me, I finally said, " that was not in my mind, i'm so sorry" said Emily. The only thing I had in mind was "where are my parents?" When my mom came home , it was already afternoon around twelve o'clock. She "said greeted me" but I didn't answered her, instead asking where she was?

Emily's  pov

I was so thankful that Micheal came to see me. I have been isolated my self from him and my friends. I didn't go to school for two weeks and he makes the effort to come to my house, if I was on his shoe, I don't think i would've done that. It was so hard for me to break everything down to him and force myself not to cry. Its has been two weeks since that happened, i told him i'm over it. If my dad did loves me he wouldn't left me like that,  left me a letter saying "how sorry he is, it was  the best thing to do" and waited till I was asleep to leave. I would never forgive him, that if he comes to life again.

Tomorrow is Saturday, I didn't have plans so I'll just stay home and do chores. Then Sunday I'll get prepare to go to school on Monday. And get ready and prepare for those looks and stares and gossips, like I've been hiding under a rock. No one couldn't see me. Some of them will be "like what the hell is she doing here or she finally get out of the spot or some". I'm ready for everything, even for the teachers questions.



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