Give it a chance

Broken.

I just drove and drove, passing countless intersections and only pulling over when I'd realized I'd passed the towns borderline, I broke down in tears, letting out gut wrenching sobs, I had knew of their past.. how Emmett had felt for her then.. he probably STILL felt for her.. my heart was broken. Shattered. Damaged. I just sat there, my phone continually going off, being blown up with text messages, I slowly took it out and skimmed through them, not even being able to fully digest and read them given the overflow of tears from my eyes. 'What in the fuck'.   'Why would I want to be with her?! I have you!'   'Arianna, so help me...'    'answer me!!'     'Ari, baby, I don't want her, I shoved her away as soon as I could' I whimpered and took a shaky breath, the texts began to get more rude.. more rough... I'd made him mad.. it sounded like madder than I'd ever made him. 'Arianna Elise, if you don't fucking answer this goddamn phone, I'll come find you. It won't be pretty either'.   'Im headed to your house. You better be there..'  my heart stopped, and my jaw dropped.. he wasn't sounding like himself. I quickly wiped my eyes, and pulled the car back onto the highway turning wround and heading home. My thoughts racing like crazy, until I'd realized I was in the driveway, and Emmett sitting on his bike. His jaw was clenched, his entire frame rigid and tense. I bit my lip, nervous and slowly got out of the car. It was nearly midnight now.. I'd been out for quite a while.. he came up to me and shoved me back against my car, You had me worried sick, arianna! What the fuck! He signed rapidly, his motions rough and sharp. It was obvious he was angry. I shrunk down, and kind of hid my face from him, I felt him press himself against me and grab my chin with one of his hands and force me to look him in the eye, look at me, ari.. his signing became slower.. more calmer. What happened with daphne today means nothing. Absolutely nothing. She means nothing to me, other than just a friend. You mean everything. He signed, passion written across his features. I teared up, yet again..
Gosh I was so emotional lately, I'm sorry, emmett.. I just got scared. I thought I was losing you... that I wasn't good enough for- he grabbed both my hands to stop me from signing and pulled them to his chest, locking them into place as he leaned down and passionately kissed me.. such a wonderful way to shut me up.