Chapter Twenty Four:

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Emery Scott~

I stayed in the shower until I was a prune, my skin raw from the heat of the water. I numbly pulled myself out wrapping my exhausted self into a towel. I wiped the condensation that was created from my shower off the mirror and stare at myself once again not recognising the girl that appeared before me.

My eyes bloodshot from the tears, my cheeks red and stained from crying. I pulled the clothes I had brought in with me drying myself off changing into the short and overly large top. I ran the brush through my wet hair dragging my feet on the floor to my bed where I threw myself into it.

I pulled the cover over me my phone vibrating on the pillow next to me repeatedly, but I didn't move. I didn't feel like I could move at all.

I ignored the person that called 3 times, I shut my tired eyes praying that sleep would over come me.

Part of me knew I shouldn't sleep, part of me knew that if I did I would be embraced with all the pain from that night, I didn't deserve this did I? This constant type of pain.

I couldn't fight the exhaustion, I couldn't fight the exhausted tears that fell down my raw cheeks. I couldn't fight the sobs that echoed from my mouth no matter how hard I tried to silence them. My body shaking. How could someone do this? A simple text that caused my world to go up in flames.

I curled myself into a tight ball sobbing uncontrollably just letting all the pain out only to be met with my phone ringing again for the fifth time. It wasn't the constant buzzing that snapped me out of my state it was the banging at the door.

Fear suffocated me.

What if it's him?

What if he has found me?

I can't breathe.

I tried to calm myself but no matter what I did nothing was enough.

You can do this Emery. Breath. It isn't him. Breath.

The banging continued rapidly scaring me even more. Romy isn't back tonight so it can't be her, I don't know anyone else that would turn up at this hour.

"I know you're in there Emery, open the door" the familiar accent made my insides flutter.

Axel?

No... no what is he doing here? Why did he come? I checked my phone and much to my surprise I had 14 missed calls from him and 6 text messages. He couldn't see me like this, I don't need him.

"Emery, please you're worrying me answer the fucking door" he shouted.

I felt like a corpse unable to move I just starred at the white wooden door.

"I swear to god I will knock this fucking door down" the anger and worry of his words scared me, the thought of the damage charge my parents would receive it he did that was enough for me to walk towards the door. I felt like I was walking in slow motion that with every step it took minutes to make the next one. I wiped under my eyes and took a deep breath unlocking my door to be met with a red faced Axel.

I took a second to take in his appearance, it felt like a while since I had seen him and god did he look absolutely breath taking.

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