SHOW ME {H.S}

Chapter 1

Emily's P.O.V

2 months ago

I've always loved to surprise people, alwIays. The joy in their eyes and their happy smile, it's totally worth it. I smile to myself while driving in the direction of my boyfriend's house. I said I couldn't visit him this week because of work, but I switched shifts and here I am. Jacob is the kind of person who want things to happen fast, but I'm not like that. He will be absolutely thrilled to hear me invite him to come live with me.

I open the door and sneak inside, my face in a wide grin. My stomach bubbles with excitement and I tiptoe upstairs to look for him. It's late and he's probably sleeping, so I steps over a couple of steps that I know squeaks. I slowly push open the door to the bedroom, ready to jump in his bed to surprise him. But my plans suddenly change..

I meet his beautiful face, planned. But I also meet a blonde girl who's clearly naked, not planned.

My throat gets dry and my eyes is filled with tears. I can't say anything, I can't move.. I just stand there, looking at that filthy bastard and blonde whore with suck-dick-duck-lips. I can see Jacobs lips move, but I can't hear him, the anger has taken over every sense in my body. My breath become quicker and I feel the sensation of an upcoming anxiety attack start to rise.

I just look at him, he's crying and by the gestures of his hands he's clearly apologizing.

Jerk.

Today, Emily's P.O.V

It's been months since the breakup, but I still don't feel like dating again. The last time I was single, I was desperate to find a boyfriend, and I thought that the way to do so, was to have sex with them first. Then they can't dump me because it's hard to get me in bed, right? I've always been a little naive when it comes to men, and I've always ended up being used to either sex or just because I would do anything.

I know I'm not a likeable person, but I still feel like the universe is against me when it comes to relationship. The breakup with Jacob has been hard – harder than it should. I've called him a million times.. yup, me.. calling him, after he slept with someone else. But I just had a lot of questions. Was it me? Was I bad in bed? I know I can be a bitch, but am I so horrible that he had to cheat on me? Yes, I'm blaming myself for the breakup and the cheating.

"Come on Em, you have to go!", my roommate whine as her bright blue eyes begs me

"No, I don't have to", I point out

"But I want you to"

"So?"

"So, you'll go", she rises her eyebrows at me as she curls another strand of her ash brown hair

"I don't feel like drinking tonight", I state as I take another bite of my burrito

"It's been two months, come on. He hurt you, I know that. You've been through a nightmare, and I've done everything to cheer you up and help you through this. But now you have to get yourself together, put on that dress and fucking leave with us!", she snapped as she points her finger in the direction of a tight black dress with a deep V-neckline

"No, I'm not going", I state as I watch her glare at me

"Emily Lynn Williams!, you put on that damn dress and sit your ass in this chair so I can curl your brown locks!"

I can't help but smile and shake my head, ugh I love this girl so much. I get up and place myself in the chair, waiting for her to do her work.

"You don't deserve to feel like this", she whispers from behind me and I look up to get eye contact with her in the mirror