Mending A Broken Heart

Chapter Eleven

Emily's Pov

"I don't understand why I have to look for a dress," I sighed as my grip got even tighter around the bags I had in my hand.

"Because you have a date tonight," she said as she walked into a costly looking dress shop.

"Excuse me?" I exclaimed as I followed her into the store. "I'm not going on another date, Valerie," I said sternly as she looked around.

"You don't have a choice, Em. I'm not the one that arranged this date," she said as she gave me a look.

"Oh? Then who was it then?" I asked with a slight bit of attitude as I placed my hand on my hip.

"Your date arranged it," she said with a smirk evident on her face.

"And who is my date?" I asked with my head tilted to the side, and my left eyebrow raised.

"I'm not allowed to say anything else, so come on, and let's find you a dress," she said as she linked her arm with mine and pulled me with her.

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"There is no way I'm wearing this," I said as I walked out of the fitting room to show Valerie how the dresses fit and look on me.

"Why not? That dress looks hot on you," she said, and I couldn't help but scoff.

"Yeah, and it makes me look like a complete slut," I stated as I looked at the low cut dress.

I could certainly see that waitress from earlier wearing this dress. She would love the fact that it's a shallow cut v-neck that ends just beneath your chest. The fact that this dress is concise doesn't help either.

"Yeah, you're right. People would probably pick you up, thinking that you're a prostitute," she said, making me scoff.

"Gee, thanks," I said, sarcasm dripping from my voice.

"You're so welcome," she said with an innocent smile on her face making me roll my eyes. "Now put on another dress," she instructed, making me sigh in complete annoyance before returning to the fitting room.

As I got dressed in the next dress, I could hear voices coming from the other side of the dressing room. I recognized Valerie's voice, followed by a somewhat familiar voice, which I couldn't ultimately make out due to the whispering and mumbling.

My nose scrunched up in pure disgust as I looked at myself in the mirror. This dress was even worse than the previous one.

This dress consisted of yet again, a low cut v-neck that rested just between my breasts. The black leather belt was the only thing that kept the lower part of the dress up at my back since it was small cut as well, with only the strap around my neck keeping it up.

I slightly pulled at the end of the dress to make it a little longer since it was barely covering any part that needed to be cover, but as I pulled it down the back of the dress slipped out from under the belt and I could feel this material resting on the lower half of my bum causing me to squeal in shock slightly.

I quickly fixed the dress at the back, and I felt like gagging up the considerable lump that has formed in my throat due to the horrendous sight of the dress.

"Valerie, this dress is even worse than the previous one," I whined as I stepped out of the fitting room, looking down at the dress, making sure that it doesn't rise.

"Geez, Val. Are you trying to make her look like a slut?" I heard the familiar voice ask, making the lump in my throat grow even bigger.

"She looks hot," Valerie exclaimed.

A shaky breath escaped my lips as my eyes traveled away from the dress and towards he voices, but as soon as my blue eyes landed on those familiar brown ones, my breath instantly hitched in my throat.

"Why are you guys even shopping for dresses in the first place, don't you have enough?" Kyle asked, making me mentally agree with him.

"Because she has a date tonight and she can't go, dressed in her usual clothes," she said, making me roll my eyes as I looked at them.

"Wait, a date with who?" I heard his low, husky voice ask.

"None of your business, now go away. We still have a dress to look for," Valerie said, waving her hand dismissively.

My eyes darted towards Kyle, who was glancing at Luke. Luke was standing there with his jaw clench making me wonder what his problem was.

"B-but you can't," Luke breathed out, making me furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

"And why's that?" I asked, with my head tilted to the side.

"Because you just can't," he said through gritted teeth, making me scoff.

"You have no right telling me what I can and can't do," I said as anger started building up inside of me.

"Of course I am, because I'm your boyf-" he started but immediately shut his mouth when he realized what he was about to say.

"I don't know if you have noticed this, Luke, but you are absolutely nothing to me, nor will you ever be again. Do you know how heartbroken I was when I left? Somehow I had hoped that you would run after me and try to stop me from going, but then I realized that I wasn't in some cliché love story. You never called, never texted, nothing. I felt like complete crap for believing that you loved me," I said, my voice cracking at the end.

"I did love you, Emily I-" he said, but I soon cut him off.

"Bullshit. If you loved me, you wouldn't have just let me go. It's been almost three years. If you loved me, you would have kept in contact with me. You would have shown me that you really loved me, not just storm out of my room the way you did. I had never felt more worthless than I felt when I saw the way you looked at me when I got into that cab," I said, and it was then that I felt the tears running down my cheek.

"Emily-" he started, but I just held up my hand for him to stop.

"I don't want to hear it," I said as I turned on the heel of my foot and rushed back into the fitting room, sliding down the door and finally letting out ever emotion I had bottled up inside me.

"Emily?" I heard Valerie's soft voice say from the other side of the door. "Are you alright?" She asked.

"I-I'm fine," I lied as a sob escaped my lips. "Emily, open up please," she begged quietly.

"I-I'm fine, Valerie. J-just.......I-I'll be right out," I said through sobs.

"Emily, you're not fine, just open the door please," she said, and I could imagine the concerned look she would have on her face.

I slowly stood up from the ground and turned the lock on the door, opening it up to reveal Valerie. She took one look at my face before pulling me into a tight hug, soothingly rubbing my back.

"Shh, it's alright, you'll be fine," she whispered as I clung to the back of her leopard print t-shirt.

"It hurts," I mumbled in the crook of her neck.

"I know, I know," she said softly as another sob escaped my lips. "Get dressed, and then we'll go back to your house and watch some movies," she said, pulling away from me.

"Okay, but it better not be a romance," I stated, causing her to chuckle as she nods her head before she walked out the fitting room, leaving me there still sobbing.