Battle Scars: Sequel to The War On Love

Chapter 8

I sat back in the little room after everyone left. i had told Lily that I just wanted to be left alone. So, she left, which, honestly, shocked the living daylights out of me. Maybe she went to beat her hbrother's ass. Who knows?

Do you even understand how scary it is when you think you're alone and the door very slowly opens? I saw the handle start to turn and I probably jumped a foot and a half in the air. I grabbed my pocket knife off the dressing table and flicked the blade open. I'm so glad I changed into normal clothes... Shorts make it so much easier to move around in.

My blade doesn't lower when the door gets pushed open. In fact, I charge and the person gets slammed against the wall with the tip of my knife at their throat. The person gasped. Their eyes grew wide and their chest heaved with heavy breathes.

I pull back when I see who it is. Thomas Sangster slid down the wall and held his throat in both hands and pulled away a bloody fingertip where he was accidentally cut. "My God, Emmalyn! Please do not attempt to kill me!"

"Sorry...." I mumble, sliding back down in my corner. I call it my moping corner. I have everything I need. A wall plug-in and a good wi-fi connection...

Thomas crawls, yes, he literally crawled on all fours, over to me and sat down beside me. He didn't say a word. He just sat next to me, slinging an arm around my shoulders and pulling my head down to his shoulder. I just bury my face in his shoulder and soak his shirt in tears. My body wracks from the sobs I've been holding in for hours.

He strokes my hair in a comforting manner. He rocks me back and forth slightly, trying to help calm me down. "It'll be okay. You'll be fine," he repeats over and over softly in my ear.

I hate this. I hate crying. I hate feeling weak. I hate having to be comforted. It's so stupid! I shouldn't be crying now. It's not worth it. I sniff and rest my chin on his shoulder. "I'm sorry," I whisper softly.

"Don't be, love. It's alright," he mumbles. He hugs me tightly around the shoulders and kisses the top of my head lightly.

"Thank you," I whisper. He grabs a box of tissues from the table beside us and hands me the box. I take one and wipe my eyes. When I look at it, black smears cover the white Kleenex. I release a groan. "I must look horrendous..."

He just chuckles and pushes my hair from my eyes. "You always look gorgeous, Emmalyn."

My cheeks heat up lightly. My tears have since ceded and I've begun to wipe the black streaks off my face. "I-I'm sorry about your shirt...." I mumble, looking down at his shirt.

"Love, don't worry about it. It's just a shirt. I have three more just like it at home."

"You sure?"

"Yes, Emmalyn. I promise. It's alright," he whispers, kissing my temple as he holds me next to him.

I nod slightly. I just rest my head back on his shoulder, taking in the smell of his cologne. He always did smell nice. Kinda like clove. But kinda not. I dunno. He just smelled like.... Thomas. And that's a lovely smell. I didn't know how much I missed it until now, when it was right here. Right here with me.

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A/N: Really short. Really horrid chapter for you all. Sorry for not updating in like, a week, but I've had really bbad writer's block. SO, you know. But, on a good note, I MADE THE VOLLEYBALL TEAM!!!! Bad news? SLOW UPDATES!!!!! =D YAY!!! Guys, you should go check out my book of imagines because NO ONE IS READING THEM!!!!! ANd if you do, REQUESTTTTT!!!!!! Like, you have no idea how desperate I am for requests and reads and votes and comments and stuff. SO. GO. DO. THAT!!!! Thanks for reading!! Comment/Vote!! -med_01

QOTC: This is mainly for the 5SOS fans. I'm doing an Ashton Irwin imagine and I don't know much about 5SOS, but does Ashton play any sports?

QOTC2: For everyone else! What kind of phone do have?

My answer: Samsung Cosmo 3 (?) a.k.a. a dumb phone....