Let Me Save You

Chapter 19

We reached the car, and Bret didn't bother to help me. Not like I needed it anyway. I slammed my door shut, still incredibly pissed at him for what he did. I think he was out of line, but I'm pretty sure, to him, he didn't do anything wrong. 

He got in, also slamming the door. We just sat there in dead silence, not wanting to speak up. "What the hell was that?" He asked, now griping the steering wheel, almost white knuckled. "What the hell was what?" 

"You know what." His teeth were clenched. "What? Me helping him was a bad thing? Oh, I'm sorry, but I don't believe that fighting with someone is the answer. Excuse me for not just wanting to walk away and forgot that it ever happened." I scoffed, and looked out the window. It was getting a little dark outside. 

"Emily. Listen to me. What he got, he deserved. He's a piece of shit. Worthless."

"Would you knock it off? I'm sick and tired of you always talking about him like that! You don't need to always be by my side, Bret. I can handle myself, I've done it since I was thirteen. Just take me home." I rested back into the seat, buckled up, and off we went. 

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We pulled into the garage, and I was the first one to get out. "Emily, wait-." 

"No." I stormed off into the house. I didn't want to talk about this anymore. 

When I got into the living room, I grabbed my laptop. "Yes." I sighed, looking at the bright screen before me. All of my teachers agreed to send me the work I missed, and the work that I will miss. 

Bret came in, sat down, and for the first time...he ignored me. I didn't care at that point. I pulled out my phone, and saw that I had a text message from some number that I had never seen before. I looked at my phone with a questioning look, but opened the message anyway.

"Hey, I bet you know how this is, and I'm just going to tell you right now to stay the hell away from Drew. He dosen't need ugly ass people like you to be around him. Maybe if you died, I wouldn't have to worry about this anymore. Just stay away, no one loves you, and no one ever will. The relationship with Bret won't last much longer. He hates you too. Bye whore. -J"

What the actual fuck? I didn't know what to do. My mind told me to just drop it, and not do anything. Yet, I had no control over my body. My hands started firing at the little keyboard.

"Listen bitch, why don't you just leave me alone? Okay? I didn't do anything to your precious Drew. He got his ass kicked today, and there wasn't anything I could do about it, except to clean off the blood from his face. Last time I checked, you were never there for him. Fuck off." 

For some reason, when I pressed the 'send' button, I couldn't care less about the reply I was going to receive. I just wanted to sleep. I decided not even thinking about food. I wasn't going down like this. So, I lay on the couch, closed my eyes, and fell asleep with the light sound of the T.V, with gentle slurps coming from Bret drinking some soda.