15" You okay, Squirt?"

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Edited 9th May 2020

Emily's P.O.V

As soon as the words leave Hunters mouth, I freeze.

My whole body begins to shake and I can hear the thumping of my heartbeat in my ears, I want to scream, or punch something but I can't move, too shocked to do anything.

Hunters eyes bore into me and he takes a step closer, rubbing my arms soothingly. "Em?"

I hear him but I still don't reply. What could I possibly say?

This is the woman that abandoned me at the worst possible time in my life. When I needed her the most, she just vanished into thin air, not caring about how her departure would affect me or my dad.

My dad doesn't even remember her anymore if he does, he doesn't mention her, I think even he got tired of waiting for her to show up.

"Emily?" Hunter says again and I blink a few times, focusing on him as best as I can.

Another knock at the door sounds and it snaps me out of my daze faster than I can snap my fingers, it feels as though I've had a huge bucket of ice-cold water thrown at me.

"Emily, please talk to me" I hear my mother say through the door, it's muffled but I can tell it's her voice. I was hoping for a second I could pretend it wasn't her, just ignore the banging and the pleading and carry on as if everything is fine and dandy.

No matter how hard I wish it though, I know I have to face reality. "Get rid of her please" I beg Hunter and he nods without a beat and I make my way to the bedroom.

I shut the door firmly behind me, fall onto the bed and bury my head under the pillow. I don't want to hear any of it.

I can feel the lump in my throat, it hurts and I want to scream to make it better but I hold my temper, I won't let that woman have any more control over me.

I always wondered if one day she would come back, I assumed it would be earlier than this, but never did I think she would have the nerve to actually return all these years later.

Why now?

What could have possibly changed for her to decide now is the right time?

After a few more minutes with my thoughts, I feel a hand resting lightly on my back. I'm startled at first but then I realise it's Hunter. I would know them hands anywhere.

I sit up and automatically throw myself into his arms, literally ten minutes ago I was so angry at him for punching Devon and now, now not so much.

He squeezes me tight, one arm resting on my back, the other on my hair. I sit there for what feels like hours staring off into space and inhaling his blueberry scent.

Throughout it all, not one tear escapes from my eyes. I won't allow them to.

"You okay, Squirt?" He asks me and I nod gently, even though I'm far from it.

That selfish bitch just shows up here, wanting to talk to me like nothing ever happened.

"She left you this," He says producing a small folded piece of paper from his pocket. I sit up and take it from him, I slowly start to open it but then decide against it, whatever it is, I don't care.

I throw it the trash can near the bed. "You should probably see what it is" Hunter comments and I frown.

"Why?"

Hunter shrugs his shoulders and goes to retrieve the paper. He unwraps it and attempts to hand it to me.

I see the beginning of a phone number, how nice of her. I take the paper again and scrunch it up into a tiny little ball, discarding it in the trash again.

"She seems pretty desperate to see you Em"

"So?" I say, I know I'm being a bitch, but where was she when I desperately needed my mom?

Where was she when I was in a coma and almost died?

Where was she the night of my belated prom or when Hunter got shot?

Where was she when I found out I lost a baby and all I needed was a hug from the one person who didn't give a shit about what I was going through?

"So, I'm just saying maybe you should give her a chance to explain," he says sitting on the edge of the bed.

He's so fucking hypocritical. I feel my anger bubbling over. "When was the last time you spoke to your dad, Hunter?"

"What? How has this got anything to do with-"

"You walk around like you're so unaffected by everything. I know you haven't spoken to him since we found him and your mom arguing that day, why is that?" I realise I'm probably taking my anger out on the wrong person here, but I need to vent and Hunter is here and he's pissing me off.

"Because he fucking cheated Emily!" He yells as he stands up from the bed. I'm thankful, for some reason, I want him to shout at me and get all his frustrations out. "He betrayed my mom in the worst possible way, he fucked some random slut and ruined our family!"

"Maybe you should give him a chance to explain?" I repeat his words back to him knowing it's going to hurt him.

Hunters teeth grit together and he breathes heavily. He looks ready to murder someone, he grabs his jacket off the hanger on the back of the door and storms out, slamming the bedroom door as he goes.

Seconds later, I hear the front door banging and I know, I won't be seeing Hunter for the rest of the night.

XxxxxxX

Hunters P.O.V

7.46pm Me:

Sorry for punching you, can I come over?

I put my phone in my pocket and carry on walking. I won't be surprised if Devon doesn't answer.

I didn't bring the car knowing I wanted to get trashed. I stopped off at a random bar and had a few pity drinks there before stumbling out still fucked off and slightly buzzed.

My phone beeps in my pocket and I pull it out and swipe the screen.

7.50pm Bro from another hoe:

Sure man, Taras still pissed though, just a heads up. Where's Em? Though with it being your last night you would be watching awful kids movies and eating junk food.

Well, that was the plan.

Now here I am, walking in the rain to my pregnant little sister's apartment because her best friend just roasted me. I feel like a petulant little kid.

Emily always calls me out on my shit, she knows me better than anyone and she can tell when something is bothering me.

I tried to act indifferent toward my dad, like Emily said, unaffected, but thinking of my dad hurting my mom the way he did, makes me hate him.

I never ever expected him to cheat, I always thought my parents were solid like they were forever.

I fucking hate fighting with Emily, it ties my stomach into knots, It rarely happens but when it does, it's never just a small disagreement, one of us always storms out, on this occasion it's me.

I couldn't stand there when she's being so callous and cold. That's not my Em, she's always so warm and kind.

I know she's hurt by what her mom did, but I was just trying to help her.

I'm gonna have to ask Tara to go over there and check up on her, she needs support right now, she shouldn't be alone.

It's pissing down with rain and I'm soaked through, Tara will freak the fuck out if I mess her apartment up.

7.52pm Me:

Explain when I get there. Any chance I could borrow some clothes? I may as well have swam all this way.

Within seconds, there's a reply.

7.52pm: Bro from another hoe:

I guess, though I doubt any of my t-shirts will fit your tiny T Rex arms.

He accompanies his text with a laughing face emoji, dickhead will be lucky if I don't punch him again.

He thinks he's so funny taking the piss out of my arms all because of one weirdly angled photo taken a couple of years ago.

7.53pm Me:

Fuck you chipolata dick, open your door. I'm coming into your building now.

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