The Photographer's Daughter {R5/Will Von Bolton Fanfiction} (completed)

Chapter Six

Emmalee's POV:

*A few weeks after New York. It's now the break for the band*

"Emmalee, I have to tell you something," Will says as we grab our bags off the bus.

I look over at my Uncle, who is looking down at his shoes. When he does that, he is usually hiding something that he seriously doesn't want me to know. I stop walking away from my Uncle. He looks at me, trying to get past me. I hold my arm out which makes him stop out of no where. I look at my Uncle in the eyes.

"Dad, what is going on? I don't want you to hide anything from me. We promised that after mom was diagnosed that we wouldn't hide anything from each other. You can just tell me," I say as I cross my arms.

"Will, we are going to miss you so much." Rocky says as he and Ryland join the both of us.

"Thank you so much for all of the amazing pictures you took. I am planning on printing some of them out and I will frame them. Emmalee, we'll miss you too. I know Ross will really miss you." Ryland says as he hugs me.

"Dad, what is going on?" I ask as I hug Ryland back.

"Will, you didn't tell her?" Riker asks as the rest of the band comes and joins the small group we have in the middle of the road.

"Tell me what?" I ask.

"Emmalee, we are all parting here. You and I have to go and plan your mother's funeral in Indiana. You knew that we would have to have her funeral sooner than later. I know you were looking forward to going with the band, but we have to go back home. In about a month, we will be on our way to Cali to have you move into my house with me, okay?" My Uncle says.

My eyes start to tear up. I can't believe that out of all the the things that he had to hide from me, it had to be something with being away from the band that I have grown close too. I look at the band, my eyes with tears. I look away from the band, trying to hide the fact that I am actually going to cry over this. I turn around before I softly shove Ross out of my way. I start to walk away from the group. All I need right now is some space so that I can think about what is going on.

"Emmalee!" My uncle calls after me.

I continue to walk away from them. I hear them all start to talk to each other. I can't help but look down at the sidewalk as I walk. A few people bum into me, but they don't say anything. I don't dare to turn around to see if anyone is following me. I hear someone clear their throat behind me which makes me start to walk faster. I finally find a park, where I eventually find a bench. I sit down looking around at the people, who are walking with smiles on their faces and with their loved ones. I look down at my hands, my beanie leaning forward with my body. I feel the tears slip out of my eyes and they start to roll down my face. I can't believe that I won't get to see the band for a while and I am excepted to be happy and stay happy. I let the tears fall freely, but I don't try and sob. I don't need to have anyone stopping and asking if I am okay and if I need to use their phones to call someone. I don't want people to feel the pain I am feeling. It is like being shot. The bullet is shot through you heart and the pain is extreme. The pain just keeps going, with each breath that you take the pain gets worse. And each time someone tries to help you, you feel like you get shot again.

"Em?" Someone asks as the bench sits another person.

It is Ross. I try and hide the fact that I am crying, but I can't. My body lets out a sob making me feel like an idiot. I really didn't want Ross to see me crying, but I guess my emotions want him to know that I am hurt. My hide my face in my hands, the tears making my hands wet. Ross wraps an arm around my shoulder. I glance up at Ross. His facial expression is hard to read, but I am able to figure out what he was trying to tell me. He is worried and he wants me know that he is here for me. He holds his arms out to me, asking if I wanted to sit in his lap and cry into his shoulder. I scoot over laying my head on Ross' chest and I let my emotions all flow out of me. I can't keep them all in. They will continue to beat against my head and of my body. Sometimes the emotions win and make me seem like a baby.