Uprising: An Outlast fanfiction

Log #10: Trapped

Miles' POV

"Miles, please, just tell me what's wrong!"

I ignored Em, grabbing a jacket from my closet and pulling it over my shirt.

"Miles!"

I stomped through the front door, slamming it shut with enough force to make my arm tingle. I heard a picture frame fall in the apartment, followed by Emily crying out in anger.

Practically running through the hall, I reached the elevator and punched the button that would send me to the first floor. As soon as the elevator reached it's destination, I clambered out through the lobby and the front doors, earning a few stares from confused onlookers.

I ran through town until I felt like my lungs would burst, then collapsed onto a bench. I sobbed, uncontrollably, for a while.

She was dead. My estranged mother's cancer had finally caught up with her. And I did nothing. I left her to suffer.

And now, she was gone. I had nothing left.

"Miles."

I looked up through tear blurred vision to see Em, who had her arms crossed at her chest. Her demeanor seemed to soften when she noticed the tears gliding down my face.

She went silent, sliding into the open spot next to me on the bench. She sat awkwardly for a moment before wrapping her arms around me tightly. Because of the height difference, she struggled to completely wrap her arms around my shoulders. I secretly thought it was cute.

"I'm so sorry, Miles," she whispered.

Great. She knew.

"Thank you," I uttered.

"This is going to sound really cliche, but if you ever need to talk to anyone, I'm here for you. I know how hard getting over Afghanistan was. And it was so wrong to ignore you when we left that job."

She fell silent and released me.

No. Come back and hug me, I thought as she slid back uncomfortably.

"It's okay. I'm sorry for making you lose your job."

Em looked like someone had just given her an algebra problem to solve on her own. She hated algebra.

"Lose my job? Miles, from the moment I walked into that place, I wanted out. You helped me, if anything."

She paused, a slight grin teasing on her lips.

"I've actually done more writing since we left than I did there."

"You have?"

"Yeah. I pitched an idea for some stupid children's book. Someone else took credit though."

"Dick," I muttered under my breath. Emily heard me and giggled.

"I agree. He was a major dick."

I couldn't keep from laughing.

"What?" Emily said, failing to hide the gigantic smile erupting from her face.

"In all the time that I've known you, I have never heard you say something like that."

"Stick around hon, it won't be the last."

Hon. She called me hon. Judging by the smirk on her face, she meant to do so.

I caught myself staring at Emily. I was confused when I realized she was staring back. She had beautiful eyes.