Oblivious || L.T Fan Fic

Chapter Twelve

So much shit is going to go down in these next couple chapters!!! Who is readyyyyyyyyy AYEEEEEEE!!!

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Emaan just stared at me, not saying a word as it started to sink in. I kept quiet too, looking down at my lap trying to control the sob that was threatening to come out of my mouth. After a couple of minutes of silence, Emaan sighed before speaking.

"I....I don't know what to say, Emma. He's your best friend... even more than me, I know. Maybe you should talk to him, to get the full answer." She said softly. I looked from my lap into her beautiful dark eyes. I breathed in deeply, as she brushed away a tear that was currently traveling down my cheek.

"I don't know if I....I have the strength to do that." I replied, my voice dropping at the last part. Emaan moved away a piece of my brown hair that had fallen and was hanging out of my ponytail.

"Well," Emaan said taking my hands into hers. "Your not going to get anywhere if you keep avoiding it. He's Niall, Emma. The sweetest human being on the planet and he's basically your brother." My breath was still uneven as I tried to pull myself together so I wouldn't like even more a freak, not that anyone would care.

"Okay Em? Your my bestfriend too, and I hate seeing you in this much pain. No one even touched you, but I've never seen you this crushed before." She said stroking my hand. She was right. I've never felt this broken before. My chest hurt, my head hurt, my stomach hurt, my heart hurt. Everything hurt right now, and I just wanted it to go away. Maybe I should talk to Niall. I knew I would have to eventually because I had 2 classes with him, then there was lunch, the musical auditions on Thursday and basketball. Not to mention that we live like right next to each other so that wouldn't help either.

I nodded. "I'll try."

"Good girl." Emaan said patting my head and looking at the clock that hung above the doorway. "C'mon, lets put this stuff away." Emaan picked up the two vases and walked over to the closet.

"Aye! Em! Can you wash the brushes and put the paint away?" Emaan called. I groaned in response but did so, carrying the paint and brushes over to the sink. I plopped the brushes into the sink, putting the colorful paint away first, then went back to the sink.

I pushed up the sleeves of my sweatshirt, avoiding getting it wet, and turned on the metal facet. I grabbed some soap and began to thoroughly clean the brushes which were producing a reddish color from the blood.

"Look like blood doesn't it." A voiced sneered next to me. I just causing water to splash on me. I groaned while an ugly laugh was let out. I knew who that laught belonged to, since I heard it some many times when my vision was blurred with tears. I breathed out sharply. I was really don't in the mood to deal with Tom's bullshit right now. I just needed to get to the bottom of this whole Niall Kendall situation. Usually I would have totally freaked out and run away but I was not in the mood, and Tom seemed to notice it. But instead of leaving me alone, he started pressing my buttons.

"Hey bitch." Tom said leaning dangerously close to me. I continued to "focus" my attention on the cleaning of the brushes.

"I said hello, you bitch. Why are you ignoring me." Tom said frustrated since I wasn't replying back.

"Listen here you little piece of worthless shit." Tom sneered. I finally looked at him, annoyed.

"Good." Tom smiled devilishly. "So, Niall and Kendall? How you holding up?" I clamped hard down on my tongue. I had finally been able to push out those memories for about 5 minutes and now Tom was freaking bringing them back. Tom moved closer, I felt his warm breath on my ear. I jerked back with disgust written all over my face. Tom smirked.