Wickedness Of A Child (Emison)

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You'll probably find some spelling mistakes in this chapter. I'm sorry, but I'm tired af.

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''Bring it on.'' Emily urged me. Her upper part of the body was leaning against the sofa's backrest with her arms outstretched along it. The tight white t-shirt she wore under her mc jacket perfectly hugged her abdominal muscles. That's a swimmer's body for sure.

I put down my coffee cup with a steady hand and firmly looked into her cold stare. It wasn't a surprise that she wasn't happy to be here. I thought when she found out that it was me, she'd look a little relieved. But in fact, she seemed more astonished once she found out than she did when she first entered the café.

''I need help to understand.'' I confessed and carefully fought her eyes. ''When you told me, I first felt nothing but confusion. Then the anger suddenly took over and all I felt were a sandstorm of emotions rushing through me. But I did something wrong when you told me what was going to happen. I didn't give you a authentic chance to explain. So I took this initiative to give you an honest chance to tell me your side of everything.''

''That's very big of you.'' Emily replied, but her trust wasn't anywhere near me yet. I figured I must've lost her confidence when I kicked her out and told her that we'd be over if she was guilty to this. Since she didn't prove me wrong then, I now know that she must be guilty. Surprisingly enough it didn't change my feelings for her like I thought it would.

''Emily, I get that you must feel like I betrayed you when I didn't give you a chance to prove me wrong, but honestly it was all uncertainty in the subject that made me scared. I pictured what we've gone through, all obstacles we've broke down and every challenge we've overcome together just being gone from one second to another. I felt empty because.. All I had that mattered to me had just told me that she'd go back to Philadelphia and leave me in Rosewood all by myself and that's-''

''Wow, hold up!'' Emily interrupted and leaned forward over the table. ''I didn't choose to go back here. I was forced to leave because of my past. If it would've been up to me then I never would've left you alone.''

''That's what makes me feel so incapable. I probably don't even know twenty-five percent of you, yet we felt comfortable enough to explain our feelings for one another.'' I told her.

Emily stayed silent. Her focus had dropped to her fingers fiddling on the table. ''I'm ready to tell you everything.'' She paused and glanced towards the exit. ''But not here.''

I hesitated. What could possibly be so secretively that it's risky to be mentioned in a café? But I nodded to accept her suggestion. I'm here to find out about her, so if I'm backing out now then I'll probably end up losing her.

''Where?'' I quietly asked and reached out to gently place my hand on top of hers. Her eyes shot up to meet mine as electricity shot through me.

Emily picked up her phone, then stood up. ''I know a place.'' She said and held out her hand. I accepted and locked hands with her as we walked through the crowded café. Once we were out on the street Emily stopped and for a few seconds just held eyes with me. It's always been so intimate with her. Our moment did not last for long, instead we kept on walking down the street.

Here it felt so natural to hold hands with her. I wasn't wearing my work clothes, she wasn't wearing her school uniform, and every person we passed probably thought of us as a normal couple. This is how I want things to be. Sneaking around and hiding is fun at first, but after awhile it feels like being trapped. You can't reach for each other when you need to.

''Does it feel wrong?'' Emily spoke up. I looked up at her with confusion. ''Holding hands, does it feel wrong to you?'' She clarified.

''No.. It doesn't.'' I'm shocked. It shouldn't feel right, since we're both unaware of what this is. It's clear that we both have feelings for one another, but I never thought she'd offer me her hand and everything would just fall back into place. It was like my hand belonged with hers.