EmPATHETICally Blind (A skinny love story)

Chapter 21: It all went wrong accidentally

Matt's POV:

Now, before you all storm over to my house with pitchforks and torches or whatever you mad mobs use these days, let me get a few words out.

I was half awake at the time. Literally, I could've curled up and gone right to sleep in that tent next to Emilee. It was freaky though, having her read out my emotions to me. I actually do like to think of myself as an open book, but she was just voicing the fact that I really was reserved. That I had secrets. I now realized how brash I must've been, trying to move away from her. I now realize that she was confiding something to me, something that obviously scared her, and I reacted exactly the way she'd hoped I wouldn't. 

When it comes right to it; I'm an absolute ass.

        I pretty much ruined the weekend. I didn't charge my phone nor think to grab hers, which was another mistake of mine. It was poor planning on my part to not message my parents back asking where I was. I could've just said at a friends, but noooo my phone died. I was able to dodge the bullet by saying I was in my tent in the backyard. They dismissed it. Carter filled me in on the fact that Emilee was in deep trouble with her parents, and I felt even worse.

The cold didn't help.

        I was laying in my bed, feeling pretty horrible for what I did, trying to make it up some way, when I got a call from an unknown number.

        "Hello?" I spoke into my phone.

        "Matt, it's Marcie. What did you do to Emilee to make her like this? She won't leave her room, when I tried asking her about you she yelled at me to fuck off, slamming the door in my face, and she has a horrible cold." She yelled into the phone. I winced, at least I was getting yelled at.

Did her sister know about her cuts? Did she know about the empathy?

        "We got into a fight, okay? I know I'm at all the guilt here, I wanted to do something nice, it ended up blowing up in my face. The cold is from the thunderstorm." I spoke quickly and quietly, in case my parents were near.

        "I'll admit, the beach thing probably wasn't the best idea. But I'm really worried about her...I don't want her to start- crying again." I noticed how she subtly stopped herself from saying something, and I know I shouldn't have pressed it, but I did.

        "Marcie...do you know about Emilee?"

        "As in?"

        "Do you know what I just recently found out?" I tried to be subtle. The last thing I wanted to do was get Emilee's worst secret spilled, but if Marcie knew about it then at least I had someone to talk to about it with.

        "I don't know, do I?" She was being coy, and I found it quite annoying. I was about ready to say never mind, but then I remembered about Emilee telling me about how Marcie had forced her into a bikini. She must've seen them.

        "The....special markings?" I ask. She sighs.

        "Yeah. We all do. I don't know how you found out, if she told you or by accident or whatever, but Emilee's been through a lot more than you think. Don't judge her until you know her whole story. I gotta go, try to talk to her at school please." She explains.

        "Okay."

We hang up, and I now realize I've gotta do something I've never wanted to do. Ever.

        In order to get Emilee to trust me again, I have to tell her how I became blind.