Let Me Save You

Chapter 32

I didn't sleep at all that night. Not a single bit, I just couldn't. My thoughts were all over the place and I was wondering about Drew. Does he know? They let me have my phone but I'm just too afraid to tell him where I am and what happened. I keep writing what I want to say but then I delete it and put my phone down. We didn't have a meeting today because Paige refused to come. I wouldn't want to go either if someone said that to me. 

All of a sudden my phone started going off. It wasn't a text, a call. I looked at the caller ID and it read Bret. I was hoping for it to read Drew so much that it hurt but I guess I should answer it.

"Hello?" My voice shook, I didn't want to talk to him, not now anyway. "Emily, I'm coming in to visit. I want to see you, see how you're doing. Is that okay with you?" No. No it's not. "Sure." Dammit, Emily! "Okay, I'll be there soon." I hung up. "Why the hell would you say yes? You don't want to see him! Ugh." I mumbled to myself, knowing deep inside that I did want to see him. 

A couple minutes went by and then there was a knock at my door. "Emily, you have a visitor. Do you mind if he come in?" Yes. "No." Fuck. The door opened, and in walked the one person who stood by me all these years but then hurt me with his words. I was sitting in a chair, looking out the window, my legs pulled to my chest. "Hey." I didn't reply, just stared blankly ahead. "Emily I know you're mad at me but that has to pass. I still love you but I'm just trying to help. Maybe you just didn't want to hear what I was saying. This is all out of tough love." He came over to where I was sitting, and sat on his knees beside me, one hand on my leg. "Emily I hate seeing you this way, please, just talk to me. Tell me anything." I took a big breath. "I got a text." I closed my eyes, not wanting to look at him. "What?" I grabbed my phone, pulled up the message, and handed him my phone. He read it with an angry and confused face. "Emily, this is all bullshit. Why didn't you just tell me that you were getting these types of messages? Why didn't you just talk to me? You fucking know that this isn't true, right? Why do you think I saved you and didn't let you die? Oh, that's right, because I don't want you dead! Look at me." I didn't move. "Emily, so help me if you don't fucking look at me." I didn't move. He sat in front of me, grabbed my face, and kissed me. 

"Get off of me!" I shoved him so hard that he backed right into the window. "What the hell is wrong with you? Why did you think that was the right thing to do? So what if the text wasn't true! Do you honestly think that kissing me was going to make all the problems go away and you would have me fall in your arms and everything was going to be fucking peachy? Guess what? Me and Drew are together, not you and I." He picked up the vase that was sitting on the end table and threw it to the ground. "Why the hell would you go with him? Do you even realize what he's done with girls? He's a fucking man whore, Emily! I'm better than he will ever be!" The tears started to stream down my face. He was wrong. Even though I don't know the whole story about Drew, I was determined to find out. 

"Get the hell out of my room." I had my head resting on my knees, face turned away from him. "W-what?" I couldn't look at him for another minute, I would fucking fall apart. "Get. Out. I'm not going to say it again. You have thirty seconds." He sat down on my bed. "I'm not going to sit here and apologize if that's what you're expecting. All I'm going to say is to watch yourself. You know nothing about him, he doesn't deserve you. Remember that he took advantage of you right? Who's the one you came running back to? That's right, me. Sadly, I'll always be there for you. I'm stuck." I couldn't stand it any longer. I stood up, walking over too him in only three steps. "Get the fuck out! I hate you! If you don't want to be there for me anymore, then I'll hold the fucking door open for you! I honestly don't care if I died tomorrow! I only hope and pray that I die tomorrow!" I was throwing my arms every where, I was that irritated. "Every single thing in my life has fallen to complete shit! I had to stop doing school because I was in treatment and had to focus on myself! I won't even be able to graduate with the people that I've grown up with! That hurts like a bitch! You wouldn't know because you haven't had any problems with your life! Fuck yo-ow!" I dropped to the floor, pain aching all over. I hissed as I grabbed where my stitches were, right by my collar bone. "Emily!" He raced to my side. "Get the hell away you don't even care!" I shoved him off, only making my pain worse. "Emily." He lifted my shirt, looking down at my stitches in horror, blood covering his hand. "What's happenin-" "Emily I need you to put pressure on your collar bone, okay? Your stitches ripped." Good. 

"Help! Emily's stitches ripped we need an ambulance now!" Before I even fully grasped what had happened, I was in the fucking hospital. Again, square one.