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Emma's POV

That day was dreadful. I hated it. I hated myself for drinking. I hated myself for being defense-less, hopeless, helpless and fragile. I was thankful to Noah for saving me or else I don't think I could have lived with myself. I trusted Noah enough to not do anything like this. He was respectable, that I knew from day one.

What if Noah didn't come on time? What if that guy took advantage of me? My hate for Noah was slowly disappearing and I was trying my best to accept the fact that grams death was a huge accident, but it wasn't that easy.

I had to meet up with some friends from university today, to take my mind off things, Trevor and Jake. I got ready and wore a nice knee length pink, sleeveless dress for casual wear. Pairing then with my sandals, I skidded to my cafe where we were supposed to meet.

As I entered, I greeted my employees and headed towards my friends.

"Hey guys." I greeted them with a warm smile. A bunch of hellos were passed around and we sat to have coffee.

"So are you coming to the race, tomorrow?" Jake asked.

I shook my head; these races weren't my thing, really. They whined and I smiled at them. "Ok then, text me the address, I'll try to come."

They grinned ear to ear and cheered.

"You know Storm? He's the number one racer there." Trevor exclaimed.

"Who's Storm? Like what's his real name?" I asked.

"That we don't know. But what we know is that some gang is after him." Jake pointed out. Oh.

"I want to know him!" Trevor whines like a baby and I giggle. Oh god, I love these boys, they care for me like their younger sister. Then, we talked about various things, from studies to cockroaches. Trust me; I have no idea how we ended with that.

"Guys, I have to leave. It was nice meeting. Let's have a meet up soon. And I'll try to come to the race." I said.

"You're leaving so soon!" Jake wailed.

"Sorry guys."

"Its okay, Emmy! We'll see you soon. Do come to the race." They bid me goodbye and I strolled back home.

Like I said, sleep rarely came to me, and that night it didn't come at all. I thought of all the events of my life, all the people I've lost. Life was breaking me. It truly was. I was losing hope.

My thoughts drifted to Maddy, the guy I tried to shoot. He had threatened me, twice. What if he actually means it? What If he kills me? Then you die. Jerk. 

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