Innocent

Chapter I

Stiles awoke with a start finally escaping a dreadful nightmare. One that had been coming more and more often and last night it felt more real than ever. He turned to the clock nearest to his desk and it read 7:15 a.m. "Fuck," He thought "I have to go home, get dressed, apologize to Emmy for not coming home and then come back to work." He let out a defeated sigh and rested his head in his heads trying to rub away the exhaustion from his eyes.

Don't get Harrison wrong, he loved his job and he was quiet good at it but working all day and all night had finally taken a tow on him and Emmy. She missed him because he was barely home. He was always working crazy absurd hours that he barely got to spend time with her. And all he wanted was for his Emmy to be happy.

Harrison stood from his desk chair, gathered his things and he was headed to the parking garage. Being the manager at a radio company sure had its perks and being only the raw age of 24 made it even better. He was making a name for himself. One that he knew would make Emilia proud.

The drive home was quiet. Just him and his thoughts which were on Emilia. He was always thinking of Emilia. From her dimples to her green eyes which would look hazel in certain lights to her adorable giggle. He was whipped and he knew it but he was ok with it because he loved her.

He arrived at his home and began walking to the door trying to come up with a perfect apology for not being home. He'd been doing that a lot lately (not intentionally) and he knew he would be in the dog house this time.

He opened the door and stepped inside.
"Emmy I'm home! I'll be in the kitchen ba- What the hell? Oh my god! Emmy are you here babe?!?" He raced up the stairs and looked through all the rooms but she was no where to be found upstairs. He ran downstairs to continue his search but nothing just a huge pool of blood in the middle of the kitchen floor. And a message on the wall written in blood that said "Love hurts."

Stiles was in complete and utter shock and it took him a second to realize he needed to call the cops! They needed to find her!

"911 what's your emergency?" The officer greeted.
"P-please help there's so much blood. She's hurt..." He responded
"Sir who's hurt?"
"My girlfriend."
"Ok sir, I'm going to need you to apply pressure to the wou-"
"She's not here." He interrupted
"Sir I'm sending a responder you're way right now. Stay where you are. Ok?"
"Ok." He answered and cursing himself for letting his voice crack.

He was thinking of the worst and he couldn't do that because she could be ok. She could be fine. She could've cut her foot and she was at the doctors right now but he knew he needed to be strong. "For her." He thought but that didn't stop the single tear from running down his cheek and landing on his pristine white shirt.