Haters Go To Hell

Chapter 4

James P.O.V

As I drove home, I didn't forget what I have done today. I trembled like my world was gonna rip apart. I don't understand my feelings a while ago, I was afraid and nervous and etc. I'm afraid for some reasons like what will Emille's parents gonna do with me if I admit that I almost killed him. And like what if I lost Emille? I was a little confused with my feelings.

I got pissed to a moment of silence, and I hate it. I turned the music on, the music started playing "Say something I'm giving up on you" I hate this song ugh... I pressed the next button. "When I look at you" seriously Miley Cyrus? I hate it. I just turned it off and slapped my forehead.

My hands were still shaking and don't know why? I couldn't forget his face when I rolled him over and was shocked at him looking all pale. But good thing God heard my prayers. I don't know what to say now, I can't talk, I'm speechless. Relax James Emille is alive don't worry anymore. I calmed down and drove towards the house garage. And I went out of the car I saw my mother ran towards me with a mighty rage and slapped me by the face. I don't know what will I do if I'll talk or let my anger out.

"Explain now!" My mother furiously demanded me to.. "Now!" She added freaking me out and I was shaking. "I dissolved some sleeping pills in his bottled water ma. It was an accident, I mean... I didn't know that Emille was taking another pills which were he didn't know it expired last year.." She gasped and she walks like she patrols in front of me. She walks forward and turn around to walk the other way vise versa. Then she stopped "Is he ok now? Let me buy his medics for him." She trembles as she talk. I grabbed her at her shoulder to stop her from walking around. "Its fine ma. I already paid for his medics." And I sighed folding my arms at the back of my head. I walked right to the door. "You better be good now after which you have done." I hated being lectured especially in front of the public.

I walked a little faster to the kitchen as I pulled out the juice inside the fridge, surprisingly I saw dad and brought the juice in front of him. I didn't took dinner because I am not hungry and I was still nervous of Emille's state. "Dad. I have to sleep now, I have classes tomorrow early." "Ok kiddo!" He answered while eating. God he never had himself comfortable other than eating? I ran to my room closing my door. Then I texted Emille, my hands were shaking and I slowly typed. "Hey! You awake? I'm still worried. I think I can't sleep tonight." The phone rang and he replied immediately.

"Yes, a little bit feeling funny though. Don't be, you make me sick worrying about you. You might get ill. Just forget about that. And I still don't blame you ok?"