Luke's P.O.V~
"It feels great to be back. After only a week" Emma says as she drops her stuff on the floor by the door which was mostly her shoes and small bag she had. I could see the light in her eyes and she looked a lot better, less stressed here. "It hasn't changed" She said with a smile touching the couch. You never know who will raid what in a week so...We sat and talked for awhile which seemed to cheer her up a lot more "I'm going to get into the shower" Emma says getting off of the couch and patting my knee and i just nod. This is much better. She's different when she feels i can't have the jump on her,..i guess, or she just likes the familiar surrounding's, but it was better. She wasn't looking at me like she was going to snap my neck and she actually smiled today. Great i know! As i'm sitting on her couch i look around for awhile and i notice she has a few pictures on a shelf so what do i do? I go look at them. What else would i do? I pick up the picture and i look at it. Its a older man smiling in front of some bushes which looked like the ones in front of Emma's house. Is this her dad? If it is he does not look very old at all holy maccoli. I go into her room and she is sitting on her bed looking at old pictures to, i guess i waited longer than i thought. "Is this your dad?" i say and she looks up at me setting the picture in her hand on the bed and walking over to me and she lets out a small laugh when she sees the picture "Yeah, this picture was taken after the 2010 town pie eating contest" She says laughing again "He was that type of person. To go to all those stupid eating contests and try and make everyone else join him"
"So he did these a lot?" and she just nods her head "The only person he could even convince to go do one of those with him was my brother" She finally said after a few minutes
"So i guess you weren't that small when they died like you said huh?" and this time when i look over her eyes are watering and she shakes her head "No, they died two year's ago"
"God i feel so stupid" She says wiping her eyes and laughing "Why?" I ask its not like i haven't seen her worse or anything "They never liked me crying. My brother or my dad.My dad would always tell me he raised me better then laugh patting me on the back and told me to eat something. he was all about that food. And my brother would say 'Come on Emma' like he was disappointed but you could see in his eyes he wanted everything to be alright but he never acted like it, he always tried to be the tough one, and my mom would always be the one after the long day to hug me and reassure me everything would be alright and tell me never to shed a tear for anyone but myself, even if they deserve a water fall leave them dry" With all that said she walked back into the bathroom and came out with a bottle of wine "What?" i asked confused like..does she keep wine in her toilet? What the hell that is so random "I have a little fridge in the closet in there" she said laughing and opening the bottom part of her night stand and pulling out two wine glasses "What?" i say again like...did this happen often for her or...? "want some?" She asks opening the bottle "well......why not?" and what happens? we drink.......it all.."Okay so,..how many boyfriends have you had in the past?" I ask drunkingly and she throws her head back laughing her empty glass almost falling on the floor where the bottle of empty wine sits on its side
"Ha boyfriends,..not alot"
"You have to be kidding me, i feel like you would be the girl at school like the 'popular' girl and every guy wanted you every girl wanted to be you and teachers loved you and you dated the football jock" And with what i said she laughed
"I was anything BUT popular and i only dated a few guys, one was when i was in elementary school so lets not talk about that i had a boyfriend in eighth grade that dumped me for a popular girl and in high school junior year i think, this boy was going to take me to the junior prom and a few days before the prom he confessed and told me he was cheating on me with my best friends mom." and we both laugh but something within me claws at the serface and i can't stop myself from saying it,
"Emma, i have been wanting to ask you something and i don't know how you might feel about this subject but.."
"No, go ahead." She replies but i pause
"Your mom didn't just leave you did she? Something happened didn't it" And after i say this she lets out a sigh and sets her glass down "I didn't mean to upset you or anger you and you don't have to answer if you don't want to i was just wondering." I add quickly not wanting my head chopped off tonight, i already know a lot about her knowing we met a week ago and all,
"After my dad left she was just shut down, i tried getting her to go on dates or apply for a dating website but she just wouldn't, i tried all i could as a daughter without crossing the line you know? And it pained me every day because when i woke up i could hear her slowly sobbing to herself because she would wake up in the morning by herself. He was her first boyfriend and love if you want to say that. He was all she ever really had so she felt lost when he died. And you can call me a terrible daughter i don't care what you call me, I got tired off all the grief, i thought that it was in the past and it was about time to get over it and to say the least sometimes it annoyed me when she sobbed 24/7 so one day when she was at work i left. I packed all my things left a note and drove to a town an hour away. I thought it would be nice, the peace, the quietness so i could tend to my thoughts, get working on me and forgetting about my past but that wasn't what i got, i always woke up feeling lonely, wishing someone was here with me and in my free time instead of thinking of the new style or my favorite band the thought of my dad and brother always crept into my mind like, i couldn't get away from it, no matter how hard i tried it had a tight grip on my arm and i knew it wasn't going to let go. And so i got a job and decided to do a few extra things so i didn't have that free time to think, so i always had a busy schedule and one morning i got a call at 3 in the morning, i thought it was a stupid drunken co-worker because it was a Friday night so all of them want to party get drunk probably do drugs because they don't have to work so i tried to ignore it but something in the back of my mind kept telling me 'pick it up Emma, Pick the phone up, Emma you better answer that' and so i did." And that's when she just stopped, i saw the icy look glaze over her eyes, not seeing any emotion what-so-ever "What happened?" i ask quietly and she shrugs "The contact said it was my mom so i answered but it wasn't my mom. It was the neighbor guy and he told me that my mom hung herself. In her closet with a belt, just hung herself like she didn't have anything to live for anymore, like she didn't have a daughter that just because her husband and son died that there was nothing left but it wasn't she acted like i wasn't here,....." i look at her and she doesn't do anything "My god was she annoying." She said looking at me, hate burning in her eyes.
