October 20th
Lawrence POV
I know that going to Emma’s competition wasn’t the best idea, but I had to see her. She needed to understand what happened. And I couldn’t stand to have her mad at me. Even if it was all my fault.
So I took my car and followed Rosalie, Scarlett and Emma to the Summit County Academy of the Arts Facility. I waited in the audience for about ten minutes before Emma went on stage. And when she started dancing, I was mesmerized by the spell she had enchanted upon her audience. For the end, she began to do like twenty turns in a row. The audience went wild. It even made my stomach twist imagining how sickening it must’ve felt. Then I heard it.
A snap. So sickening, it made me wince. Scanning the crowd, I saw the person whose bone had broken was none other than Emma’s. the music abruptly stopped, and a group of people (mostly men) stood to help her. Me, of course, being one of them. Overwhelmed by what’s happening, Emma’s body begins to shake uncontrollably. Rosalie shoves her way through, demanding that everyone steps back. I cradle Emma in my arms and turn to Rosalie.
“I’m taking her to the hospital.”
“Good. I’ll get her parents and meet you there. Call me once she’s situated in a room.” She shoves me out the door. “And hurry.”
I sprint to my car and place Emma’s shaking body in the passenger seat. I throw myself into my side and speed down the street. My hand moves to her side, and she flinches when I laid one finger on her. Damnit. If she can’t recover, I don’t know what I’ll do.
We arrive at the hospital and I rush through the doors screaming my ass off. Nurses surround us and help me carry Emma to a vacant room.
“Dr. Cosat will be here with you shortly.” With that, our nurse walked out of the room. Leaving the two of us. Alone. And even though I wanted to apologize to Emma right now, I knew this wasn’t the best time to do so. Glancing at her, my heart suddenly broke. Emma was so distressed, she was repeatedly running her hand along the ribbons of her Pointe shoes. I noticed that as well as her hands with the ribbons, her body was rocking back and forth. Tentatively, I sit on the hospital bed and wrap my arms around her frail body. almost automatically, she shrinks away, resisting my touch. It’s like it’s not the Emma I know. Like her autism almost kicks in upon fear or pain. The Em I know was never so…distant. And I couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt. I was the one to cause her pain. Both psychical and mental. Psychical because I knew she shouldn’t dance, and I let her. And mental because I gave in and slept with her last night. If I would’ve said no, Emma wouldn’t be in the hospital. If I would’ve said no, we’d at least be friends. If I would’ve said no, she wouldn’t be in so much pain.
If I would’ve said no, Emma would still love me.
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Unspoken
RomanceEmma is a normal fifteen year old girl with normal fifteen year old problems. She likes boys, she loves to dance, she wans to go to the parties, you know? She wants to be the popular girl. It's kinda hard when you can't talk.
