Silence

Chapter 8

    My eyes flutter open to see Emmett right next to me, when my eyes fully open, a soft smile appears on his face. I try to return it but my lips were burning. So I lift my right hand, because Emmett's holding my other. As I make my way to my lips, I notice all the needles and tubes coming out of my arm. Without warning, I started to panic.

    Emmett looks at with with concern, while trying to calm me down. After a success of Emmett calming me down, I just lay there. Starring into Emmett's beautiful blue eyes. They're just too easy to get lost in. Just then a nurse walks in, inturrupting our gaze.

     "Max, you may go home now." The nurse said. I nod, and she leaves the room.

     I pry my hand from Emmett's. "What happened?" I sign. He just looks away for a moment, before returning to me.

    "You fell. And I- I tried to help you, but Kolby wouldn't let me." Before he continued, I noticed the huge cut across his forehead. I place my hand on his forhead and stroke his cut softly with my thumb as he continues. "And when I finally got to you, I pick you up an began to carry you to my house, so my Mom and I could take you to the hospital. But, he came up from behind and jumped on my back, causing me to drop you. So, I got up and I punched him as hard as I could. Then, I took you to my house and, here we are. You were asleep for 3 days. I never left you side once." He smiled down at me. And I returned it, ignoring the pain it caused.

     "Why does my lip hurt so badly?" I ask moving my hand towards my lip, but he moves it away.

     "Don't touch it, it's a little numb, but it should be okay in a few hours." He signed.

    "Well then, let's get out of here." I sign, and he smiles.

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                                                                                           Later that night

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   We enter the empty house, and I go up to my room as Emmett sits in one of the dining room chairs. When I reach the top of the stairs, I open my bedroom door and slowly walk in. I examine my reflection in the mirror. I had a few scratches and cuts on my face, along with some on my arms and legs. I walk over to my closet, and pick out an outfit. I decide on a black swetshirt that reads "Love Pink" in bright, pink letters across the front. I pair it with some bright pink shorts with black hearts.

   I walk downstairs to see Peyton and Emmett making out in the kitchen. I'm kidding! What I really see is Emmet, sitting in the same chair. His eyes scan my body, as a smirk appeared on his soft, pink lips. I roll my eyes and move closer. Kids, cover your ears.

  "So, you like?" I ask he just slowly nods, that classic smirk still on his freckled face.

    My hair was in a messy bun, so I pulled on the hair tie and allowed my hair to rest at my sides. Emmett watched as my perfect, brown locks unfold from the mess they were in. I then return his smirk, and move even closer. Our bodies only a few inches apart.

   He stands up, and rests his warm hand on my cheek, moving his face closer to mine. I move forward as well and soon, our lips connect. There's something about Emmett, he's just too perfect. His eyes, his lips, his- I get destracted by a slight tug at the hem of my sweater. I respond to his signal and take my shirt off, compeltly reavealing my chest. He started at my black bra, as I begin to take his shirt off as well. He looks into my eyes and quickly connects our lips again. I move my hands to his neck, as his find their place on my waist.

     His grip becomes tighter on my waist, as he lifts me up and heads up the staris. His left hand moves to the bottom of my thigh, to support me better. We make it to my room and I smile slightly, he notices and does the same. Darn him for being so damn attractive. He steps into my room, and closes the door with his foot.

     And the rest my friend, is history.