Paul's Assistant

Moments

Chapter Twelve

Moments

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*Liam's POV*

Seriously?! What kind of prank is that? Ugh... I can't stay mad at her though... FUCK, LIAM! QUIT SAYING THAT! She's like three years younger than you...

I looked at the buildings. I had gone outside after the whole incident with Emma and Zayn decided to join me.

He lit a cigarette and inhaled the horrible smoke. "Zayn, how do you do that? That's so gross..."

"Yeah... You know I've been trying to quit but..." he tried to defend.

He sat down on the bench and I sat down next to him. "Why do we care so much?" I asked.

"About what?"

"Emma. She's right. I mean, look at us. We harly know her and we've already gone through so much." I explained.

"Yeah... Well, that's just it I guess... We've already seen her at her best and her worst. I guess we've just grown on her." Zayn responded.

"Yeah. Maybe."

But I couldn't help feel that it was something more. There was something about her smile, her laugh, just about the concept of HER that made me feel all weird. A good weird.

I always kept in mind that one morning at the hospital. He body seemed so limp and lifeless... I wonder if she knew I had- Nah... There's no way.

"Well, I have to go to the store... Tell them I'll be back soon." Zayn said, flicking the charred ramains of the cigarette into the trash.

I nodded as Zayn got in his car and drove off. Suddenly there was a slam and I looked over to see Emma. I'm not sure if she saw me. Tears streaked her face as she ran to the street, got in a cab, and was off.

Oh no...

I decided to follow so I got in my car and followed the cab. Unfortunately, this wasn't the only cab on the road. I payed more attention to which I followed instead of my driving which resulted in a few angry horn-honkers and a few fingers.

I drove for about ten minutes before pulling up in the parking lot of a... cemetery?

I parked behind a large tree so Emma wouldn't see me. I saw her kneel down to touch the ground at a tombstone... a sight that nearly broke my heart.

*Emma's POV*

Yes. A cemetery.

Whenever I'm sad and start to cry I always come here. I figure why waste my tears on the people who don't deserve them? Alisa needed them a lot more.

Oh Alisa...

I knelt down in front of her tomb and started sobbing... Alisa used my best friend a long time... And was murdered when she was seven... at the hands of her own father.

*FLASHBACK*

I was at Alisa's house for a sleepover. Her mom told us to stay in Alisa's room while she was out and I wasn't sure why.

Her dad had always scared me. He never really looked like a daddy to me. And that was the day he proved me right.

He came into the room with a towel and told Alisa it was time to get in the bath. I stayed in her room, playing with dolls.

Then I heard Alisa scream.

I ran out of the house, frightened of what mihht happen if I stayed. I was on the sidewalk when her mom pulled up again and took me back inside. She'd said that she'd show me Alisa was okay... But she never did show me.