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Chapter 9

Emily's P.O.V

*Week Later*

 I stumble into the house, half awake and drunk as hell, as I try not to bump into anything. Mum had gone to see dad for the week and I was once again alone. Slipping into the living room, I groan as I bellyflop the couch, nearly falling asleep.

I wouldn't usually go out on a Wednesday night but I was totally out of it. Since Friday, I was a mess, trying to get the images that wounded me deeply out of my head. What Lauren did was extremely wrong but it wasn't only her fault I was acting like this. It reminded me of what Ali did and I just couldn't forgive so easily. She always reminded me of Ali with the way she flicked her hair, the way she smiled at me, the way she looked into my eyes, the way she would tell me how beautiful I looked. But now, it just was another painful reminder that everyone I meet acts like Alison. As if, by some freaky coincidence,they were influenced by her. But not Lauren. She was just angry that night. It still scared me. So here I was ,drinking my life away.

I made my way into the kitchen, bumping into the doorway and the counter as I opened the fridge and reached down for one of the multiple cherry vodka bottles that lay, waiting for me all week. I opened it and downed most of it in one go. I cringed as I opened the backdoor, the house becoming seemingly warm and stuffy.

Stepping out into the fresh air, I let myself relax a little. I needed to forget about her and move on. I was trouble and I was rubbing off on everyone. I mean, we weren't even going out so technically I have nothing to move on from except my silly crush. Yeah ,that's what it was, a little crush. Nothing more. I had to tell that to myself because I knew that was the truth, not what my head was telling me. And right now, it was telling me to sprint out towards Lauren's house and kiss her. But that wasn't what I needed. It was a fantasy that would soon fade.

I grabbed a ciggarette as I sat down on my swing bench, taking a deep drag as I exhaled, swinging slightly, making me dizzy. Few more drags later ,and I felt even more relaxed, making me seemingly happy. I don't know why, but it did ,and I decided to end the night there.

Closing the backdoor, I climbed up the now mountain like stairs as I walked into my bedroom. It was a mess since my mum left as I didn't feel like tyding it up. Not that I gave a shit about anything at the moment.

I pulled my curtains closed before walking into the ensuite, pulling my black short dress over my head, dropping it on the floor, not a care in the world. I wiped the excess makeup off my now pale face before slipping into the bed and falling into deep slumber.

Lauren's P.O.V

I shuffled around in my bed, not being able to sleep. It's been like this all week. Ever since Emily walked out and I was left standing there, taking my anger out on everything around me, I was unable to have a good night of sleep.

I couldn't blame her. She had the right to walk out on me when she did. I was so bad to her and she deserved better. But some how, my mind still managed to tell me that she should be with me no matter what. But I knew that wasn't the case. She didn't even like me. She just thought she did. We weren't even going out .

I sighed as I rolled on my bed, reaching underneath my pillow, pulling out a box. It was a necklace with a heart on it. I was going to give it to Emily when we would come to bed that night but we never made it . So instead, it was laying there with no purpose. I messed up. I messed up bad and I knew it. I just knew that she would never forgive me.

Suddenly, my phone went off causing me to groan as I pulled it off the bedside table and bought it up to my face. It was 3am on a school night and I was wide awake. I unlocked the phone as I stared at the ID

Emily x

Why was she calling me this late? Why was she calling me at all? I thought she would never talk to me again. I picked up immediately as I brang the phone to my ear, shooting up in my bed so I was no sitting up.

"Hello?"  I said softly, not being too loud, just incase it was accidenly dialled when she fell asleep. I waited a few seconds before calling out again. This time I heard a groan and a small giggle.

"Gosh, you're soooo demanding ,Lauren." My heart stopped as I listened to her. She was drunk. She was drunk dialling. But I couldn't bring myself to hang up on her because of the way her voice soothed me after the week of agonising pain in my heart.

"I'm not demanding, Emily."I say sternly and I hear her giggle once again. I bite my lip at the sound of her gigle as I try not to get caught up.

"See what I mean! I call you to make ammends and you keep comanding me and shit. Fuck ,this is hard enough to talk to you when I'm mad as fuck but yet you make it worse for you. Whatever.. Goodnight."

And with that ,she hung up. I stared at my phone ,shocked at the fact that she was going to actually want to be civil with me, but I fucked it up.

No doubt about it, I shot out of bed and grabbed my boots. I was in my shorts and oversized tee but I couldn't give a damn. I needed to see her.

Emily's P.O.V

I smile to myself. I heard her voice for the first time in a week and it was beautiful. So sweet when she called me by my name.

Still, she acted like a bitch so there.

No hope.

I got out of bed, looking at my clock. Half 3. Yeah, school would be fun. I groaned as I grabbed my gown ,covering my half nake body as I walked down stairs ,towards the kitchen, in search of food. I looked through the fridge to find some sweet and sour chicken which was the best thing and the easiest to digest at the moment.

I placed it quickly in the microwave, letting it warm up as I took a sip of water. Yep, no more alcohol for me. Well ,at least today.

Savouring the food, I suddenly felt arms wrap around my waist. My breath caught in my neck as I was unable to look behind me. The arms wrapped tighter as I felt a breath on my neck ,tickling me slightly. I drop the fork as I feel them bring their lips to my ears as I close my eyes.

"Did you miss me, Emily?"