Page 38 of Breaking Emilee

I look around for Emilee’s brother, but I don’t see him. Hopefully, he’s at least trying to do something. My eyes search out the two individuals I’m going to end today. Finally, I see them eating at their table like they did not just destroy the best person I know. I want to scream at everyone in this school, but I need to find my girl, so I have to decide. Knowing that I don’t have much time. I choose to go after them to let them know they are not getting away with this. Fuck having physical evidence, I’ve seen enough, and they crossed the line. I can see Larry walking toward me, but I’m on a mission, so I stalk straight to their table, pulling Christian up by his collar.

His eyes go wide with fear, and I laugh inside because he’s right to be scared of me. I feel like killing him. I will rock that orange jumpsuit for Emilee. Pulling him up while bending down, so we are face to face, I can see the sweat on his upper lip. “What in the actual fuck is wrong with you.” I spit all over his face, not caring how disgusting that is. He physically leans back, trying to get out of my grasp, but he isn’t going anywhere. I just tighten my grip on him. I can see his neck getting a little red from his shirt pulling tight, but I don’t let up. I hope I rip the mother fucker just like he ripped out her heart.

“How do you sleep at night knowing that you are destroying her.” I violently shake him, watching his head bobble as he winces in pain.

“She deserves it. She embarrassed me, made me look like a fool…” I can’t help it. I roll my eyes just as I swing my right hand around and punch him in his nose. I feel his bone give away as the crack hits my ears. Blood instantly flies everywhere.

“You decided that breaking her is a good idea because she embarrassed you, you fucking dick.” I scream in his face as I pull back and hit him again. I never let go of his shirt, so he can’t fall to the ground. Blood is pouring out of his nose, and he’s clawing at my hand, trying to escape.

As a crowd gathers around us the word fight starts being chanted. Somewhere in the distance someone yells my name telling me to stop. The voice sounds like Larry and I know my time to hurt this piece of shit is about to be cut short. Putting all my weight into one final swing my fist connects fully with his mouth. I watch as his lip splits and blood flows down his chin. I loosen my grip on his shirt as hands grab my arms pulling me back.

A sinister laugh falls from my lips at the sight of him crumbled in front of me. Turning around Vanessa is standing with her hand over her mouth looking pale and like she is on the verge of being sick.

She goes to rush past me to get to Christian, but that isn’t going to happen. Larry is standing beside her, his hands no longer on me. I step in front of her blocking her path. She stumbles backward when she runs into my chest.

“You think you can just walk away, you evil, conniving bitch. I know you somehow got a hold of my phone and printed the messages. You also somehow faked the other ones. I will find out how and I will prove that it was you.” I have to ball my fist up to stop myself from hitting her, even though she deserves it way more than Christian.

Her face is no longer pale and the look she has now is more sinister than I have ever seen before. “I don’t know what you are talking about. You are the one who came up with this idea, baby. Why are you now acting like this?” Tears form in her eyes. A red haze covers my vision, not giving a fuck that she is a female, I step in her face.

“That’s a fucking lie and you know it. I’d never do this, and I will prove it.”

She leans further into me laughing, to everyone else it looks like she is crying, and whispers. “Go for it, big guy. I warned that fat cow to stay away from what is mine, or I would show everyone just how pathetic she was. I also warned you that if you didn’t let her go, I’d tell everyone why your mom doesn’t want you.” God damn, this girl thinks that she is someone to fear, but I don’t fear anyone. She also isn’t the only one with ammunition that would hurt someone. She wants to tell everyone mine and Emilee’s secrets; let’s see how she likes it.

Stepping back from her, I raise my voice and yell, “Go ahead and tell everyone that my mom isn’t really my Aunt Luna. Tell them my mom would rather go out and get drunk and high than be my parent. You seem to forget that I don’t give a fuck about anyone in this school except Emilee, and she already knows, you dumb bitch. How about I show everyone how jealous you are over Emilee and how much you beg me to stick my dick into you. Or I could tell them why you and your mom had to move back here because you were kicked out of your last school for lying on a teacher because he turned you down. You call her names and put her down, but the truth is that you are so damn jealous that you can’t stand it. You know that you will never be better than her, which pisses you off. What don’t you understand about the fact that I haven’t been able to stand you since I first saw you, and with her, I haven’t been able to stop myself from wanting her since I first saw her.”

The look on Vanessa’s face tells me I’m getting to her, so I continue. “Yeah, I know everything, Vanessa, but unlike you, I don’t like to hurt people. However, I’m a real asshole when it comes to those I care about, and I care way too much about her, so you are a dead bitch. My aunt is the only thing saving your ass, and now that is done!” I say as calmly as if I’m talking to a child. With that, I turn and run down the hallway, only stopping to grab my helmet out of my locker. Heading to the student parking lot, I jump on my bike and take off like my life depends on it because it does. Emilee is my life now, and I shouldn’t have stayed behind at school. I should have gone after her, but I wanted them to know that they weren’t winning this. I’m afraid I fucked up big time with that move.

My mind is so panicked that I don’t know where she would go, but then I remember her uncle. Her walking home is out of the question, but she would go to his house. Thank fuck that I remember directions so well; I turn the bike around and head that way. She only pointed out the house, but I remember where it was. When I get there, no truck is in the driveway, and no one comes to the door when I pound on it. “Fuck.” I scream as I walk off his porch and back to my bike. Was he home when she got here? If he was, were they on their way to her house? What if he wasn’t? Where would she go? The park? “Where are you, Butterfly?” I whisper to myself.

“Can I help you, son?” turning my head toward the sound, I see an elderly lady standing by some bushes.

I try to keep myself from running over and scaring the woman. “Yes, do you know a girl named Emilee? I think her uncle lives here?” She looks me up and down, trying to figure out if she should trust me with information. I don’t have time for this, for the love of God. I make myself take a breath and try to calm myself, so this woman will tell me what I need to know.

“I’m Parker; Emilee is my girlfriend, she left upset, and I just want to make sure she is okay” If this woman doesn’t answer me soon, I’m not sure what I’ll do. I have to get to her; she has to know the truth. “Please, ma’am. I’m going out of my mind. Something bad happened at school, and I just need to know if my girl is okay.” I sound so helpless, but I am. Raking my hands down my face. I look up and feel like crying while burning the world down to find her. I guess whatever the lady sees makes her give me the information that I need.

“Charles left with her maybe five to seven minutes ago. Whatever happened must have been bad. I have never seen Emilee like that. She’s a sweet girl.”

I don’t listen to the rest of what she has to say. I jump back on my bike and take off. I need Emilee to be okay. I know that she cut over the weekend while I was gone, but I’m scared that if she did it this upset… no, I don’t want to think about that. I need to get to her before she does something she can’t take back. I need her more than she will ever know. I was scared of how fast my feelings for her were developing, but now I’m scared that I won’t get to tell her. I pray to whoever is fucking listening, “Don’t take my girl before I get to tell her I love her, please.”

Racing through the streets and out to the country, I don’t slow until I reach her house. Throwing off my helmet and eating up the driveway, I can see her grandma standing in the dining room talking on the phone and her grandpa walking through the room. Just as I reach the front porch, I hear him scream “no.” A heartbeat later a gunshot rings through the air. Her grandmother screams, dropping the phone in the process. She starts screaming Emilee’s name and saying no over and over again.

I freeze mid-step, one foot in her home and one still on the porch. “NO!” I don’t recognize my own voice. She wouldn’t. No, my girl wouldn’t take herself away from me. NO! I make my feet move even though my whole body feels like someone poured ice water over my head. I feel like I’m trying to push through quicksand, my body feels sluggish, but I have to get in there. I have to see her. She can’t be gone. She wouldn’t leave me; we just got started. This can’t end before I get to tell her.

I notice the trail of blood stretched out across the living room floor. I turn to the left since that’s where I heard the shout and shot from. As soon as I see Em, I know she hasn’t shot herself, but blood is everywhere. My body finally moves correctly, and I’m right beside her. I throw the gun away and pull her head into my lap. Noticing that she has two long cuts going down her arms, I know we have to move fast. She’ll bleed out, and I can’t let that happen.

“We need to stop the bleeding. We need to stop the bleeding.” Her grandpa keeps repeating. He’s in shock, but I need him to get me a towel.

“Sir,” I say, but he doesn’t even look at me. Finally, I shout, “Mr. Hill” and shake him with my right hand. His head snaps, and I see tears streaming down his face. “Sir, I have her go get a towel or something to press onto her wounds, and where is the ambulance,” He says nothing. He just stands up and leaves. Emilee slowly opens her eyes and looks at me. It’s like she can’t focus on my face, though, and I can see the light slowly going out in her eyes. Come on, don’t take her away from me, please, don’t take her.

“How could you, Emilee? Don’t you know what losing you would do to me? Don’t you know how much you mean to me?” I cry while trying to put as much pressure on her arms as possible. The sounds of sirens split the air, but it seems like they are still too far away. Her grandfather comes through the doorway with two white towels. I take one from his hand and press it to her left arm as he presses the other one to her right one.

I hear him praying that the blood stops, and so am I. I keep my eyes on her beautiful brown ones, hoping some light will come back.

“Parker… You kissed her …. You showed everyone our…” She says in a voice so low I have to really listen. With that, she goes limp in my arms.

“EMILEE.” I scream, jumping into action, dropping the towel, and trying to feel for a pulse on the side of her neck; I have to find it. She can’t be dead, damn it, Emilee, you can’t die before I get a chance to tell you. Her blood covers my fingers, and I don’t know what I’m looking for. I grab her wrist, but her arm slips out of my hands. “EMILEE,” I shake her gently. “NO, NO NO, NO NO, come back to me, Butterfly. I love you, don’t leave me” I can feel the tears and snot running down my face, but I don’t care. She can’t leave me.

I’m still shaking her as the EMTs come into the room. “I can’t find it. Find it!” I scream at them. They pull her out of my lap. Lay her down, but I don’t move far away from her.

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