Blinded by Hate | a.hotchner

Chapter 6

The drive to your apartment was filled with a comfortable silence. You were glad that Emily didn't pry. You'd tell her eventually, just not now. She pulled up to your apartment complex, and you climbed out of her car, muttering a quiet thank you. Walking quickly to your door, you turned around to wave bye to Emily. As you entered your apartment, the damn finally broke. A strangled sob fell out as you slid down to the ground against your door. Hot tears rolled down your cheeks as you sat on the floor.

I can't believe that for one second I thought he could be a good person, that he could actually care about another person besides himself.

You weren't sure how much time passed before you forced yourself to move from your entryway to your room. Not bothering to remove any clothes you curled up on your bed, leaving your shoes on as well. You fell into a dreamless sleep, your tears dampening the pillow under your head. It felt like immediately after you fell asleep, the sun was shining through the window in your room, waking you. 

You peeled yourself out of bed, pulling your heels off and shedding your clothes from the night before. You got into the shower, not bothering to let the water warm up. The cold water sending goosebumps all over your sink, the water slowly heating from freezing to scalding. You stood under the hot water, steam filling the bathroom, until it ran cold again. You scrubbed your skin raw, trying to get any remnants of the night prior to wash away. You scrubbed each hickey and bite mark on your skin, wishing you could scrape away the bruises. After your shower, you put on an oversized sweater and a pair of boxer shorts.

Walking into your kitchen, you made yourself a cup of coffee. You quickly drained the cup, setting it in your empty sink. Looking at the clock on your wall, it read 11:18 am, you sighed. Glancing at your phone, you saw a few missed calls and texts.

Missed Call: Emily Prentiss, 8:03 am

Missed Call: Emily Prentiss, 8:57 am

Missed Call: Emily Prentiss, 9:34 am

You clicked her contact and returned her call, listening to the dull ringing of your phone as you stared at the bare walls of your apartment. 

"Y/n, how are you?" She picked up, getting straight to the point.

"I'm fine." You said shortly, not wanting to elaborate.

"Okay, I'm going to go out on a limb and say you're not fine. Please talk to me, I can come over or you can come here, just please tell me what happened." Emily pleaded on the other end of the line.

"Yeah, you can come over." You told her, hearing her car start through the phone. "Were you already in your car?" You asked with a slight laugh.

"Uh, yeah. I was going to come over whether you said yes or no..." She trailed off

"Thanks, Em." you said with a sad smile, hanging the phone up.

You waited for her to pull up to your apartment, putting on a fresh pot of coffee and cleaning up your living room to pass the time. Hearing a gentle knock at your door, you made your way over to let Emily in. Opening the door, you smiled lightly. Without a second thought, she pulled you into a hug. Against your will, tears started falling down your face again. Your knees buckled and you fell further into her arms. She rubbed circles on your back until your tears dried against your skin.

She moved you guys to the couch, letting your head rest on her chest as she clicked the tv on. A cheesy Hallmark movie was playing, and you let your mind wander. You wished things could be that easy. Eventually, the movie ended and you sat up away from her. She looked at you with a sad look in her eyes before taking a breath to speak.