Let Me Save You

Chapter 9

Emily's P.O.V (AUTHORS NOTE: Okay, so the rest of the story will probably be just from Emily's P.O.V because it was getting really confusing trying to keep it steady between the two. I hope you don't mind, but this is easier for all of us. Thanks! I hope you all enjoy!x)

It has been a week since I have talked to Bret. Yeah, he will text me, and call me, but I just don't feel like talking after what happened. He didn't see it happen, yet I'm pretty sure if he would have, he would've killed someone. Not literally though.. He would have kicked someone's ass, and I know that for a fact. I've seen him fight before, and it's not pretty. He turns into someone I don't know. He get's onto this trans, and he just has 'destroy' in his eyes. I will be honest, it does scare me and that is the reason that I don't normally tell him anything that happens because I am afraid of what he will do.

I just don't know if I can face him, and tell him what happened.. Maybe I'll call him? No.. I'll text him? No.. I can't do that.. with my luck he'll end up at my doorstep no matter how I tell him..

I decided to call him. No, I'm not telling him what happened.. I just need him here, and then I will tell him..

I pressed my fingertips to the cold surface of the phone, nervously I dialed his number. After two rings he picked up.

"Emily! Where have you been! You haven't been at school, and you keep ignoring me! What happened? Are you okay?" He took in a big breath, trying to calm down from the complete panic attack that he just had. "Bret.. Can you come over? I need to tell you face to face." I let out a breath that I didn't even know I was holding. "What? Y-yeah sure.. I'll be over really soon. No problem."

We said our goodbyes, and then I hung up. I was already in the living room because it's kind of hard to go up and downstairs when you have a cast on your leg. I was sat on the couch, just fiddling with my hands, nervous.

I heard a knock on the door, indicating that it was Bret, I got up. I winced a little as I tried to get up, and quickly reaching for my crutches, before I fell face first onto the carpet. I basically did my best to hop the door I guess you could say. I never had to use crutches in my life, so this was a first, and I suck at it.

I finally opened the door, and in came Bret. "Hey, Em-what happened?! What did you do? How did this happen? Are you okay?" He was just staring at my cast, even though, in my mind, a broken leg isn't that big of a deal. I mean.. It will heal.. It won't be like this forever..

"I'm fine.. Can we just go back in the living room, so I can sit down?" I asked, him still looking at my cast. "Yeah.. After you." He motioned his hand to the living room, and I carefully started my way back in again.

I sat down, and placed my crutches on the floor in front of me. "So.. How did this happen?" He sat on the other couch, diagonal from me. 'Worried' might as well have been plastered on his forehead. "Before I tell you.. You have to promise me that you won't freak out, okay?" He looked a little questionable, but he nodded. 

"Okay. Well, when we stopped talking, I figured I could handle things on my own. I was wrong. The next day when I went back to school, the bullying got worse. Nobody saw me with you I guess, and so they decided it was the perfect time to really get to me. They would crowd around my locker.. They would push, shove, and call me names. I couldn't escape. They were everywhere. I was getting ready to go down to lunch when someone said "Why are you going to get lunch? You're fat, I'm sure you'll survive." Then.. She pushed me. I went down every single step, until I reached the landing. When I did reach the landing, and comprehend what had just happened.. I realized that my leg was broken."

He didn't say anything.. He just sat there. "Please don't be mad at me.. I'm sorry." He looked up at me, after what seemed like forever. "I'm not mad at you, don't apologize. Who was the bitch that did it? Huh? Who is she." He spoke through his jaw, that was now clenched.

"I-I don't know. She was behind me, so I couldn't see her. When I looked up at the landing, where I fell from, there was so many people, and I couldn't tell. I'm sorry." I was looking at him, my eyes burning into his skin.. I honestly didn't know what to say, but I could tell he was pissed.