The Vow [h.s.]

chapter twenty six

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6.1.11

Harry –Emmie where'd you go?

            Em answer me.

            Emily please I'm worried.

            I'm so sorry.

Each time I'd open them, I felt worse and worse. Every word was designed to kill me. One voicemail, out of the many he had left, stood out over the rest.

"Emmie, please where did you go? I'm worried. Please just let me explain, I need to hear your voice again, just let me know you're ok and safe. That's all that matters to me. Please, I love you."

I deleted his messages, every single one.

I couldn't talk to Harry right now. The second I did, I would have to accept the fact that he has changed.

A sudden ping from my phone made my heart stop. It was him. Calling for the ninth time.

As I held the phone in my hand, a war was growing in my mind. Ring. I wanted to forget that this ever happened, but I couldn't. Ring. Not after he was apart of that prank. Ring. Not after I saw him laugh.

I swiped Answer.

"Oh thank god, Emmie. You have no idea how happy I am that you answered. Where are you?"

I remained silent.

"Emmie, what's going? He replied uneasily.

I inhaled some air and prayed for the strength to answer. "I never want to speak with you again."

There was silence on the other end, other then his quick gasp. I hung up, the phone tossed beneath my blanket. I then buried my face into my pillow, suppressing my cries.

I couldn't forgive him after the mortifying event I had just endured. I loved him and I always would, but for right now I couldn't see him.

My heart thumped in my chest like a drum and my throat was raw. I cried. The salty tears trickled, and cascaded down my cheeks. I was trying to conceal my harsh sounding sobs, but failing when realizing the door was gradually opening revealing my mother with a mournful expression. In her hand she held a package of Oreos.

"Emily? Are you alright?" She whispered softly walking toward me.

I sat up straight, cleared my throat, and managed to smile, "Yeah, everything's fine mum."

She didn't buy it. She knew that I was hurting. But my mother also knew that I was the type of person not to talk about my problems. And if she added her distraught to my already broken disposition then I'd truly fall apart.

"Aright, sweetie...I'll just leave these here." She placed the Oreos at the edge of my bed and then somberly walked out of my room, shutting the door behind her.

It's best that she left. I was not only hurting myself, but my mother. Her gesture however, would be greatly appreciated.

I got out of my bed and rubbed my eyelids until they felt raw. I walked over to the mirror and noticed how flushed my face was. All the crying I had done has left my eyes pink and my lips chapped. I was still in my short dark purple dress, the fabric soft and breathable. Though it was beautiful, the dress only reminded me of the events that occurred earlier.