The Italian's Son.

~Chapitolo Due {2}~

Chapitolo due.

____Emmie's P.O.V____

Friday flew by quickly, nothing really happened today because I had morning classes and Lee had classes in the evening, and when she came back she went out with some other girls from school, I declined as I wanted to use my evening to watch Netflix and consume junk food.

Great choice, I know.

I stuffed my mouth with marshmallows and then sprayed whipped cream on them. This was a weird combination that I loved.

But, hella sweet.

I did this a few more times while adding different things to the mix.

I reached over for my water bottle after the sweetness was too much to bear.

My phone buzzed beside me before 'Don't hurt yourself' started blaring through the speaker.

I picked it up and looked at the caller ID then answered it.

"Yeah, Lee?" I answered.

"Uhm, Emmie?" She asked sounding unsure.

"Yes, Lee it's me." I assured.

"Uhm, can you come and get me please?" She asked sounding a bit frightened.

"Lee? What's wrong?" I asked as I jumped out of bed and speed walked to my closet.

"They left me." She said simply.

"What? Why?" I grabbed my uggs and pulled them on.

"I spoke my mind." She said, and knowing her, it probably wasn't good.

"Okay, where are you?" I asked walking out of my room and heading downstairs.

"Uhm.." She trailed off.

"What's this place called?" I heard her ask someone but I didn't hear their response.

She came back on the line, "Sullivan's." She said.

"The bar?" I questioned.

"Yeah."

"What're you doing there? I thought you went to a club."

"We did, but we came back here for whatever reason, I don't really know, can you please hurry, they're some creepy men in here."

"Okay, I'm on my way." I said then hung up.

I grabbed my car keys from the table and walked outside to my car.

___ Lee's P.O.V ___

I sat on a stool with my head resting on the counter, it was starting to hurt and my stomach was beginning to get upset.

"Are you okay?" A voice asked from behind me.

I held up my head to find the owner of the voice.

Infront of me stood a tall lean muscular man looking down at me.

He had brown untamed hair and his grey eyes held a look I couldn't quite decipher.

His face and his body didn't quite match, whereas his body was muscular, his face looked soft, and dare I say, almost baby-ish.

He was more so cute, rather than handsome.

"Uhm, yeah I'm okay." I said looking up at him.

He sat down beside me and I turned to face him.

"Are you sure? You look a little under the weather." He said giving me a sympathetic look.

But why?