A Forbidden Fruit

Chapter Twenty-Two

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Song Chapter: Skipping Stones, by Gallant (Feat. Jhené Aiko)

"No one at all?" Finn asked as he passed over the coffee that I had to bring over to our customer. I place the coffee on the table that she is sitting at and walk over to Finn and nod at him in agreement.

"Emma that isn't okay and you know that."

Finn had been trying to make me talk to Carmen for the past two weeks, but I refused to talk to her at all. Actually I had refused to talk to anybody. All I would do is go to school, work, and support group. The only person I had talked to was Finn and no one else. I hadn't even talked to my own father in days. But that was because he was either busy with Rachael discussing the wedding or I would be finding ways to ignore him as much as possible.

I hadn't even seen Christian in days, but I wanted to so badly. That kiss was the only thing that had been stuck in my mind these past few weeks besides Leo.

"Emma, your phone keeps vibrating in your purse. Maybe it's someone who wants to know why the fuck you haven't answered them or tried to talk to them."

"Just let it keep vibrating Finn, I can't and honestly just don't feel like speaking to anyone at the moment."

"Fine Emma, I will leave you alone for now, but tomorrow I will keep nagging you on these ghosting problems of yours."

I just roll my eyes at Finn and make my way towards the back where my bag is laying on the cold metal table that Finn had brought in about two days to put all of the employee's belongings. I reach into my purse and bring out the vibrating phone that had been getting on my nerves for the past week. I look at the caller ID that reads Dad.    

"Shit," I muttered softly under my breath.

            I knew that my father was worried about me, I hadn't told him where I was going this morning, but in my defense, I didn't really think he would've cared. Lately he had been busy  talking about wedding plans with Rachael all day and night. I hadn't talked to him at all these past two weeks. But just this morning I had heard him having a quarrel with his future misses. I hadn't really stayed long to hear what the whole argument was about but I could have cared less at the moment.

I stare at the screen a bit more before actually answering the call and putting the phone to my ear.

"Hello?" I say adding a hint of annoyance to my voice to have him know that right now was not the time to be calling his daughter.