Bloody Valentine

Chapter Twelve

             Emmett helped me get into the seat in the shower and then he left me in the bathroom alone and I shaved and washed everything and then just sit there staring down at my legs. I couldn't feel anything from the waist down and I was upset that i'll never have proper sex again. Emmett and I can make love and i'll let him do what he wants but the only thing I can do it just lay there and let him get pleasure out of it as I feel nothing. I didn't like the fact that that would be how it goes if he did accept my offer. I hated how my life will be now. "You okay in here Iris? You haven't called for me." Emmett says concerned opening the bathroom door. 

                    "Sorry just thinking." I mumble turning off the water and ringing out my hair. "About what?" Emmett asks softly handing me my hair towel and I wrap my hair up. "It doesn't matter." I mumble and he gives me a worried look. "I'm okay stop looking at me like that." I snap at him. "Like what?" he asks surprised. "Like i'm a porcelain doll and you think i'll break." "I don't think that Iris. I know you're strong. I'm just concerned." he says softly. "I'm not strong! Look what happened to me Emmett! How am I strong when I can't even protect myself?! How am I strong when i'm fucking paralyzed?! I can't even handle someone dying!" I yell and he flinches from the harshness of my voice. 

                       "Iris baby calm down okay? You just need a little bit of sleep in your own bed." he says softly and wrapping a towel around me and picking me up bridal style. "I can't do anything by myself anymore and I won't be able to have sex with you ever again properly and i'll never feel the pleasure of you being inside me again and we'll never have kids and even if we adopt I can't take care of a kid while i'm paralyzed and I can't walk down the isle paralyzed like this either." I cry out into his shoulder. "We'll get through all that. I don't care if we ever have sex again as long as i'm with you. I don't care about kids as long as i'm with you. It can just be us. And I don't care if you walk down the isle. Come in the wheelchair as long as we're married. We'll go get eloped if you want to. We'll never get married if you want to." he says even though you can see the pain in his eyes. 

                      "I'm not gonna let you be in pain and without the things you want most because of me. You can go out there and get married and have kids with another woman. A woman that can walk and do things for you instead of you doing everything for her." "Don't you dare break up with me." he warns sitting me on the bed. "It's for the best Emmett. I'll go live with my mother and father. It's the best thing for you." I mumble turning my head away from him. "Iris baby please no. I don't need anything other than you. I don't care if I have to do everything for you. You deserve to be treated as a princess. I don't care about anything other than being with you. Please don't do this." he begs getting on his knees in front of me. 

                           "I'll be out by tomorrow. I'll go sleep in the guest room." I say pulling my wheelchair to me and struggling to get in. "Please Iris. No." he begs with tears in his eyes and grabbing the wheelchair. I sigh irritated. "Let me get dressed." I snap. "No because you're gonna leave me when you do get dressed." he snaps back. I glare at him and push him back. "It's for the best for both of us." I growl at him and roll away from him towards my dresser. I dry my upper half and slip on a bra as Emmett continues to try to change my mind. I shake my head at him and dry my legs and use one arm to lift myself up and dry off my butt and down area and then I struggle with putting on my underwear and pants. 

                         I roll towards the closet and grab one of my suitcases and my clothes from the closet and start packing my stuff and Emmett wasn't making it easy. "Emmett leave me alone! I don't want to be with you!" I yell glaring at him and he chokes up. Tears leak out of his eyes and my eyes soften. I tense and look away from him and continue to pack. "Please Iris." he whispers trying one last attempt. "I'm sorry Emmett. But it's for the best. You deserve better than a crippled woman who can't give you kids or anything." I say piling my three suitcases on my lap and rolling out of there. I knew the apartment well so I didn't need to see. 

                              Emmett doesn't follow me and I didn't bother saying anything else. I sit my things by the door and grab my phone calling dad. "What's up baby girl?" dad answers on the fourth ring. "Come get me. Please. Me and Emmett broke up. I'll explain everything when you pick me up." I say quietly. "I'm on my way." he says and hangs up and I wait for forty-five minutes before dads walking through the front door with mom. Dad grabs my things as mom wheels me out of the apartment and to the elevator. "Did you leave Kiya in the car?" I ask looking up at mom. "Maybe. He's asleep and the doors are locked." she says.