Saving Emma: The Devils Game. Book 8

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Drew

"I'll be fine... You go back to Andrea. I've got Oceane..." I said as Emma got changed in her wardrobe.

"Drew the house is a mess and for God sake...you're a mess."She sighed.

"Emma." I held her shoulders and turned her around to face me.

"Look at you..." She held my chin and inspected my face.

"Hey...I know. Look Emmy, I promise everything will be okay. You trust me, don't you?"

"With my life..." She said.

"So everything will be okay..." I pulled her into a hug, holding onto her hair.

"I can't even explain how much I love you... So sometimes I do stupid things like this..
I'm sorry..." I said.

"Don't be sorry... I love you too... That's why I was so scared..."

I love her too much.

It consumes me.

But I love how I feel. I love that feeling. It gives me purpose. But I will never be able to express how much I love her....

She's my world.

Flashback: 2005

I skidded into my room and shut the door quickly.

"AND STAY IN THERE!" She yelled.

I had made locks  for my busted door our of metal I've found, so at least now they're coming into good use.

I went under my bed and pulled out a... 'first aid kit'. I've seen teachers use them at school and while this isn't perfect... It'll do.

I pulled out the 'mirror' and gently touched my busted lip and the cut from my head.

"Sh*t..." I sighed.

I pulled out a very small bottle that had mouthwash in it and cotton balls. The mouthwash has a high alcohol concentration although I'm pretty sure I'm not meant to be cleaning gashes with it.

Present

I winced as I went down the stairs.

Holy hell this hurts.

But I can't let on to Emma.

I straightened myself out and went into the front room where Oceane was.

"It's killing, isn't it?" She raised a brow.

"No, no I'm fine." I nodded.

"So you won't mind stretching out?"

I furrowed my brow and she raised her brow.

"Fine okay. It kills." I relaxed.

"Drew, you need to go to a hospital. If it's cracked it could actually break and you know, the rib is surrounded by very important organs."

"No hospitals." I gripped onto the island.

"Drew. For me? For Emma?"

I sighed and Said "Oceane.... I've been looking after myself..."

"Don't give me that bullsh*t. This is about Emma, is it?"

"....Damn you're good. Yeah it's about Emma. Shes stressed enough without all this."

"She'll be even more stressed if this becomes more serious than it needs to be."

I considered her words...