Defining You

Chapter 9 Part 1

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Chapter 9 Part 1

Chapter 9

Emmy wiped what she hoped were the last tears, sniffling she gathered the strength to lift herself up from his bed. She folded the picture neatly, its glossy paper felt heavier as she tucked it under the pillow where Emile had hidden it all these years. Emmy shut her eyes, calming her rapid breathing. I cant go back to my room, Emmy thought. How was she supposed to face B with a puffy, make up smeared face and lie she had had a good time?

A small part of her wanted to call Shawn, and have the comfort of his arms around her. A small, small stupid part of her wanted that. Shawn, just the thought of his messy brown hair and large emerald eyes felt like home to Emmy. His beatiful wide smile always rushed blood into her cheeks, melting her bones to marshmallow.

This had to stop, this whole thinking about Shawn. It wasnt doing her any good to think about him, it would only end up hurting more. It was her fault, she had hoped Shawn had grown to like her, to even care abut her.

With her heart shattering to pieces, Emmy walked out of the room leaving her heart on the floor torn into littles pieces where she could only hope it would heal over time.

"Hey Em how was the party?" B was perched on the foot of her bed, breaking out into a breathtaking smile. Emmy took one moment to breath in, and give B the best smile she could come up with.

"It was great, lots of drinking and dancing," Emmy waved off, pulling her bunny pajamas out. The green eyes on the bunnies reminded Emmy of a certain someone, hastily she shoved them back into the drawer pulling out a pair of black shorts.

"And did Shawn, kiss you?" B crinkled her nose. "Please dont tell me he tasted like booze."

"No," Emmy blushed pulling at the covers of her bed. "Now shut up and sleep."

B smirked, "I better get all the juicy details tomorrow!"

"You will," Emmy yawned.

"Okay, goodnight." B yawned, sinking into the covers.

Emmy stared up at the cieling waiting for sleep to come, B's snoring in the background meant Emmy was the only one awake, lost in a train of thoughts. She tried counting to sheep, but Tyler's voice kept replaying in her head.

He's a murderer.

"No," Emmy whispered. "He just cant be.."

"Emmy wake up," B's raspy voice mumbled.

She felt her shoulder shake, opening one eye she saw B's eyes full of concern, her usual flawless face had bags under her eyes, red tinged the whites of her eyes. She had had a bad night, probably one without sleep.

"God you look like hell B," Emmy mumbled sleepily. Rolling over she faced B waiting for an explanation, it wasnt like B to miss an hour of beauty sleep.

"You kept whimpering in your sleep," B said softly, brushing her bangs back. Her passive gray eyes unfocused for a second before turning to stare at the floor.

"This doesnt have anything to do with Shawn, does it?" Her lower lip quivered. She turned to stare at Emmy like a deer caught in headlights.

Emmy felt heart heart drop, the color from her face draining completely like a corpse. "It doesnt."

"Is it Emile?"

Emmy felt herself gasp. "B I told you to never talk about him."

"You need to heal Emmy-"