Broken Promises.

Chapter Eighteen- Tell me a bit about yourself.

Bridgette's P.O.V

I don't like the memories because the tears come easily, and once again I break my promise to myself this day. It's a constant battle; a war. A war between remembering and forgetting.

My eyes shot open, my hands immediately went to my hair and a shot of pain went through my back. I turned onto my right side slowly and began to realize I wasn't in my bedroom, I was on the cold, which leather couch. Fantastic.

"Kill me. Kill me now," I whispered and began to slowly rise up, I threw my legs on the ground, regretting it. The wood was freezing, and sent shivers around my body. Not to mention it was about sixty degrees in this flat and all I had on was a baggy tee shirt and low cut shorts. I stood up and made my way to the kitchen before turning up the thermostat. I reached the refrigerator and opened it, the cold air hit my face sending more shivers everyone. "There goes my smooth legs." I rolled my eyes and spotted pretty much the only breakfast material we had; eggs. I grabbed it and shut the fridge hard with my elbow. "Fuck!"

"Did you know the fridge was used for storing food, not hitting it with your elbow." Emerson's voice filled the flat, I jumped about three feet back, dropping the carton of eggs. I closed my eyes and began taking heavy breathes of air. "You're supposed to cook the eggs, not shatter them." Emerson added as I stuck my hands up in defeat. I hoped over the big mess I had made and began walking to my bedroom, ignoring the situation completely. "I get no breakfast?!" Emerson shouted, I snickered at her and continued to walk forward.

"Nope!" I called back to her, my foot steps echoed the hallway while I was walking into my room. 

"What? Why?!" She pouted, while I was entering my messy bedroom. I heard her feet hitting the ground hard, assuming she was running to me, "Bridgette." She wined.

"Emerson." I mocked her and began walking to my bathroom.

"I want fooood." She wined again, I rolled my eyes and turned around to look at the eighteen year old.

"Is your room clean?" I asked her and began to point at her bedroom across the hall. "No food unless chores are done." She scoffed at me and began to slouch.

"I'm older remember?" She replied with a sassy tone, "and uh you have no room to say anything."

"What, me?" I innocently responded to her, she stared at me with a hand placed on her hip. I began to laugh at how sassy she was being. I mocked her again by putting my hand on my hip and huffing loudly. Emerson rolled her eyes and flicked me off, making me laugh again. "Look dude, I can't cook if we have no food." She looked at me as if I were in fire and I watched her eyes go wide.

"What? No food?" She cried, "Bridgette this is a crisis!"

"What's a crisis?" Alex's sleepy voice rang as she was standing at my door frame, her eyes barely open.

"Having no food." I replied to Alex an continued watching Emerson stare straight at me as I was doing nothing.

"What?" Alex's eyes suddenly grew wider, "no food?" I looked at her with concern and began nodding. She gasped lightly and looked at Emerson, gawking. "Wu- no food?" Emerson was stood in the middle of my bedroom floor, her head down. She started to rise her head and slowly nod, I rolled my eyes at the two of them.

"Oh my lord you two," I spoke, their heads darted at me, "my cat isn't even bad as you two, that says a lot."

"Your cat's fat though." Alex confusingly said, I smiled and looked away from her.

"That's what she means you dumbass." Emerson stated looking back me and rolling her eyes.

"Look, go to store and I'll cook dude!" I exclaimed, both of them started to smile, "but for now, I need to go get ready."