Emily's POV
It's been 4 months and I'm starting to feel more and more happy thanks to Luke. He is my savior, and I will never be able to thank him enough for that. Yes, I still slip now again. But everyone going through something like this will slip. Slipping is part of recovery in my eyes. Probably makes no sense, but it sounds better in my brain. Luke is such an amazing person. When we first started talking about recovering, and quitting the big acting show I play in called my life, we seem to have grown closer. I'm going to meet his parents tomorrow for lunch. He said it was just going to be us three because Luke had some errands, and apparently his parents wanted to privately talk to me.
And I'm nervous as hell.
Lukes POV
My parents want to talk to Emily, and I dont know why. Yeah, I did tell my parents about her feelings and her condition, but it's only because I care about her. My Dad works as a psychologist and I'm praying to God that he isn't going to talk to her. It could either make us closer, or she could push me away. She never told me I couldnt tell anyone, even though I knew it would be pretty dickish if I did. Oops. I'll talk to my dad about it and see what it's about, because I cant go another minute thinkig about this.
And I cant live without her.
Ryen's POV
I havent talked to Emily since the party. I have no clue what happened, she told me very little. All I know is, she saw Trent. I knew he was gonna be there but he said all he wanted to do was say sorry. That what he did was wrong. I tried telling him no, but hes stubborn. He was dying to see her and I believed that he realy only wanted to apologize. The look on her face that night, the redness in her cheeks, her clenched fists, all told me that he did a lot more than say sorry. I swear to God, if he hurt her..
Emily's POV
I keep getting a call from a number I don't know. Those freak me out, so of course I'm not answering it.
*buzz buzz*
Damn it!
"H-hello?" I stutter.
"Emily?" The woman on the other line weeps.
"Speaking.. Who's this?"
"Emily, this is your real mother, Cindy." The woman whispers.
"Wha.. Why the hell are you calling me now? I'm 16. You waited 16 years to call me. Why are you coming around now, huh? Finally feeling like shit for dropping me off in front of someones door? Well guess what, Cindy I don't want anything to do with you." My voice comes out full of hatred and pure anger.
"That is no way to talk to your own mother, young lady." She speaks hushed like someone is going to yell at herfor talking to me.
"Oh, don't you pull that 'Thats no way to talk to your mother' shit with me, ma'am. You are not my mother, nor will you ever be. My mother wouldn't have dumped me like I was a bag of garbage." I ended the call, and threw my phone at the floor, dropping to the ground, and hugging my knees so close to my chest that it hurts.
Cindys POV
I just wanted to explain why I did what I did to Emily. Why can't she understand? I was a twenty-one year old crack head. I was being hunted down by the police. It's not like I could take my newborn child with me to prison. So I dumped her. I don't know what the hell I was thinking, but in a way I'm glad I did what I did. She's such a strong young girl, even when she's cussing me out.
I'll never stop trying.
She has to realize that no matter what I always loved her, and I still do. Every year on her birthday I would cry my eyes out and wish I could hold my baby.
And I was locked in a prison cell on her first birthday.
Hell, I was in that cell fifteen minutes after I dumped her.
That's a harsh way of putting it.
I'm such a screw up.
Why can't i be a normal mom that grew up with her baby. That held her hair and brought her soup when she had the flu, that did her hair for picture day.
I missed it all.
And I won't miss anymore, even if she hates me.
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