The Girl Behind The Books #2

Chapter 15

Emma's POV

This was bad. Really bad. 

Weirdly, I wasn't crying, I wasn't freaking out, I wasn't shaking. 

I just sat on the beanbag. It was like my body's been through so much trauma, it didn't know how to respond to it anymore. The thought of Charlotte telling people about me killing Ella- obviously leaving out the rest of what really happened- scared me to death.

The image of Ella laying dead on the dusty floor with an ax in her chest appeared in my mind.

I exhaled sharply and twisted the cap of the liquor bottle open and brought it to my lips. I pushed the bottle up, letting the liquid flow into my mouth and down my throat. 

I didn't pull the bottle away. I kept forcing myself to swallow the liquor, the burning at the back of my throat slowly worsening. 

Out of nowhere, the bottle was snatched from my hand. I slightly gagged and coughed looking up. "Emma what the hell," He said, setting the bottle down far away from me. 

I glared at the ground. "Didn't I tell you to leave me alone?" I snapped angrily. "And leave you to get drunk and who knows to get hurt? No," Brendon replied. I snorted and shook my head slowly. 

"Why does it matter anyway? I should die," I muttered, laughing a little. "Baby don't say that," Brendon said, I could hear the pain in his voice. A shock spread throughout my arms and legs starting at my heart. "If you knew the things I've done you wouldn't even look at me," I said as Brendon sat down next to me. "That's not true and you know it," He said. 

"Mhm sure- hey! Did you know I killed someone?" I said enthusiastically. "What?" Brendon asked. "Yeah, stabbed her with an ax and damn the blood was gross to look at," I said, scrunching my face.

"Emma, what are you talking about? You're drunk, let's go home," Brendon asked. "I'm not drunk Brendon, I'll have to drink more to get drunk, give me the bottle," I rolled my eyes. 

"Emma talk to me please, what really happened," Brendon pleaded. "I already told you! That's what happened, it's all because of that stupid bitch Charlotte," I exclaimed angrily. 

Brendon didn't respond for a couple of seconds. I rubbed my face with my hands and sighed. "I want to blame Charlotte but the more I think about it, it's my fault," I muttered. 

'Oh god, it's all my fault," I whispered. "Brendon it's my fault Ella is dead," I said, standing up, looking around, shaking my head. "Hey hey hey calm down Emma, talk to me what happened, tell me everything," Brendon said, grabbing hold of my upper arms and pulling me down on the beanbag against him. 

He rubbed up and down my arm as my eyes stared out at the waves, wide open. My eye started to sting from not blinking. The second I blinked, I felt a tear drop roll down my face slowly. 

I was getting sick of waiting for it to roll off my face so I wiped the drop off my cheek and sniffled. "The day Becky and I escaped, Charlotte made me go get our nails done together and when we got back, she took me to the warehouse where her gang is at and in the room where she had all the screens for the security cameras, she showed me Becky tied up to a chair unconscious,"I started slowly, still looking out at the waves, listening to the waves hitting the bottom of the lighthouse.

"I freaked out, begging her to let Becky go but all she did was knock me out, next thing I know, I woke up in this cold place and Charlotte told me to keep walking down the hallway. As I was walking, I found a knife and Charlotte told me to keep it because I would need it later. I was desperate to find Becky so I listened," I stopped. I took a deep shaky breath and continued.