Stupid For Loving You

Prologue

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Idek, I got bored but enjoy thE FIRST CHAPTER:)) I'll update probably tomorrow! xx
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"Please, don't go!" I pleaded, going on my knees as I tugged on her hand. I could tell that she was trying to hold in her tears as she avoided eye contact with me.

I felt her try to get away from my grip as she released a tiny heartless, "Let go."

"Please don't!" I begged before I broke down and started bawling. I wrapped my arms around her leg as she tried to pry me away from it. "I love you, please don't leave me!"

Alison looked down to me before she kicked me in the stomach with all her strength, sending me down on the floor. I cried harder and harder. Not because of how painful my stomach felt but because the love of my life had just kicked me on the stomach.

"Well, it's stupid that you love me!" She spat coldly. I cried even more and stood up, clutching my stomach. I limped towards her as she sent me a heartless glare.

Instead of pleading and crying even more, I reached for her hand and interlaced our fingers together. "I love you.." I breathed out and for a second, I saw something flash in her eyes, but they disappeared as soon as they came, that I almost didn't catch it.

She jerked her hand away from me. I felt a painful tug in my heart, but I ignored it.

"Well, I don't." She said and turned around to leave, but she stopped and looked at me over her shoulder. "Don't look for me and try to find me, you freak."

You freak...

That got all my hopes down. I just watched as she walked away. I watched as she walked away from me, bringing my heart with her.

Flashback: September 2nd, 2014, 9 months before the airport scene.

Emily's POV

"Mom, where's my leather jacket?" I screamed through the hallways, catching a glimpse of my half-naked sister as I passed by her room. Does she ever close her door? Shaking me head in disappointment, I bursted into my Mom's room.

"Mom!" I yelled impatiently. She came out of her bathroom, her hands clutching the towel on her head. Oh, she was drying her hair. She never uses a dryer, though. She always used her towel. Mom looked at me before she continued with her business, throwing two dresses on her bed, and then she took a step back and stared at them as if to decide which one to wear.

"What do you want, Emily?" She asked with a grunt when she realized I was still standing on her doorway with my arms crossed.

"Where's my leather jacket?" I growled. She looked at me and rolled her eyes.

"Just wear this," She huffed, throwing me her pink Marc Jacobs leather jacket. I looked at it in disgust but caught it, nevertheless. It costs alot of money anyways, and my Mom's clothes are special to me. Somehow.

"No," I said stubbornly, stretching my arm towards her, as I used my other hand to throw the pink jacket on her bed. "Give. Me. My. Leather. Jacket. Now." I demanded, feeling extremely annoyed.

We've never really had this problem until my Mom brought in a foster kid. His name was Noel Kahn. He was annoying, and he always tried to feel me up, but I always ignored it because I know he was going through alot.

I didn't want to tell on him or anything.

"It's with your sister," My Mom said, and gave me a signal to leave. Rolling my eyes, I marched down the hallway. Why the hell did Carolyn, my little sister, have my leather jacket.