Keep Falling (Pete Wentz Romance)

Eighteen

Emily's POV

I finally pull up to a big blue house a few miles from mine. I grab my purse and Delilah then make my way up the concrete steps. I knock then wait a minute or two. The door opens and I'm greeted with a hug then a kiss on the cheek. I walk in to the old house and into the kitchen. "Thank you so much for letting me stay here. I really appreciate it." I say thankfully." My pleasure dear, I hope they catch the thief." Mrs Leeann says softly.

She was my moms best client. My mom had been a pharmacist and my dad a mechanic. At the age of sixty one, Mrs Leeann had helped my parents grow up. She taught at my Highschool back in the day, so to speak. I called her during the drive. She's the only person I could think of. Mrs. Leeann leads me up the stairs and into her guest bedroom. " Make yourself at home." she smiles leaving me to my new bed. I sigh looking around. Pictures of her grandchildren Jack and Kate are placed on an old piano, crochet dolls sit in a chair beside the bathroom door, and my bed is made up with old quilts and linen sheets. I try to find an emotion, other than depression, to take over me. So I cry. I cry until my head hurts and my eyes are raw.

Delilah whimpers and digs into my thigh softly as to get my attention. I sigh and look at the pup. I think about her growing. I think about how little she was. I think about her first birthday party. Yes Lauren and I threw her a party. I also thought of Pete. His black hair and hazel honey eyes. His defining arms covered in meanings. None of which I knew. I remember seeing Jack Skellington from The Nightmare Before Christmas. I myself have thought about getting one. Maybe my parents wedding anniversary in Roman numerals on the back of my neck.

I wipe my eyes then slip in a hoodie. I grab a pair of socks to cover my frozen toes. With my hair disheveled and nappy, I throw it in a bun then walk down stairs. The kitchen smells of homemade soup and fresh bread. Mrs. Leeann smiles as she sets to hot bowls on the dinning room table, along with the bread and two glasses of wine. "I didn't know what you'd like, so I made something my children love." she states taking a seat across from me. " it smells heavenly. I'm sure it taste even better." I reply taking a bite. Oh I could get used to this...... " you know you are a great lady for letting-"

DING DONG*
I'm interrupted by the door bell. I look at Mrs. Leeann." I wonder who that could be.." she says quietly." I'll get, I'm sure it's the police." I tell her. I get up and walk quickly, but I regret my last action and begin to tremble.
"Michael?"
"Long time, no see Emily."