Foster Me: Emerson's Secret (ON GOING)

Chapter 19

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I don't cry, I reminded myself.

I don't feel, I told myself.

But for some reason, no matter what kind of thoughts I tried to fill my brain with, I couldn't stop it.

"Emme, hey, what's going on? Tell me." Levi was suddenly in front of me, his hands placed on either side of me.

"I don't cry," I choked out.

"It's okay to cry," he said kneeling down in front of me.

"God no it isn't!" I snapped, wiping my tear stained cheeks as more fell.

"You drank a bit. That's probably stirring it up."

"Well make it stop," My voice was hoarse. I didn't like this. I'm not into crying and I for sure am not into people witnessing it either.

BIg girls don't cry. There is no crying in Baseball. Why would people come up with these sayings if they weren't true?

"Drink more." Levi gave me another water bottle. I opened up the lid and started to chug.

Never drank this much water in my life.

The bottle crunched under my fingers once I was finished and I tossed it to the side.

"And this is why you should never drink."

I shot him a dirty look. This wasn't the time to try to make a joke.

Emme," he said, touching my arm. "Can we talk now?"

Seriousness now looming.

I pulled away from him. "Aren't you worried that I'm so drunk I'll forget everything you tell me by morning?"

"I think the waters helping," he added.

"I don't want to talk about it," I shrugged. "I'm sorry."

"Please." He cupped my cheek with his hands. "I was an asshole." His dark eyes penetrating mine.

"Stop," I closed my eyes shaking my head. "Just stop."

"Look at me. I'm sorry. Sometimes I forget that I can hurt you."

My eyes shot up to his. Fine, if he wasn't going to rest till he got things out then I will too. "What's your excuse huh?" I say, " You're always awol."

Levi breathed heavily, "Things haven't been the greatest at home."

"Well." Time for him to start talking. "Not the answer I was looking for."

"What? Were you expecting me to tell you everything?"

"Kinda," I pressed. "If you think sorry is going to make any of this shit better your wasting your time."

All I wanted was an explanation.

"i don't know what to tell you," he mumbled.

"Then I guess we should just stop." I got up from the bed and maneuvered around him. No point in being here anymore.

"Wait."

I stopped. I kept looking ahead. "What?" I didn't want to risk turning around to see something I wouldn't like.

"What about Jake and Carol?"

I bit my lip, "What about them?"

"Do you really want them to see you like this?"