· CHAPTER TWELVE ·
Emma's Pov
"I - I need to be getting inside n- now," I whisper holding back the whimper that dreadfully wants to escape
He continues holding onto me tightly and I close my eyes knowing his fingers will leave a bruise.
"P- please," I stutter pleading softly and he pulls back leaving me amazed
He usually doesn't listen to me when I beg, and I think this is one of the only times he turns lenient.
Pulling back to look at him, he takes a strand of hair and places it behind my ear and kisses my temple. My cheeks heat up in the process and I wrap my fingertips around his.
"I'm so sorry Ems, I'm just since I'm not around you all the time. To protect you. And that makes me act in ridiculous ways," He tells me and the hair on the back of my neck stands up
"Protect me from what?" I ask meekly looking down trying to think of an answer
Heaving a sigh and lifting my chin he kisses my forehead again as a response and I sense that he's hiding something from me. But what is it and why?
Nodding, I gently pull away from him, not wanting to argue. I don't need protection. If anything, someone needs to protect him since he works with my parents. But I can already tell it won't be me.
Hearing him call my name faintly, I ignore it feeling drained. The constant cycle that has been going on for the past four years only led me to multiple dead ends, and it still looks like I'm at a red light hoping it'll change green.
Opening the door and walking in, I take my shoes off and put my backpack on the chair making the mental note to prepare it for tomorrow. Per usual my parents aren't home and I push the pain that's creepingly lurking away to the back of my mind. Remembering the events that took place in these four walls are unforgiving and traumatic, but they hold a sacred place in me.
They're what made me like this.
Going up to my room, I overlook the medals and awards I've been gifted over the years because they make me feel overwhelmed and when I see the portrait of my parents when they were younger, looking so adventurous and happy, my fists tighten. Because that's all I've ever wanted.
Seeing her run towards me pushing a piece of paper towards me, I look at her confusingly, but she gives me a small reassuring smile, and I slowly open it.
My breath hitches as I take in the detailed image of a boy with baby blue eyes and silver nose piercing and I look back up to her realizing that her small smile has stretched into a devilish grin.
Crap.
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Mateo's Pov
Being at the cafe for about an hour now I've gotten asked for my order but I wave them off. I also got stop and stares since I'm reading a book for English since we're supposed to be writing a summary over the first chapter, and I have never brought a book in this place a day in my life.
Hell I don't even like reading.
But my brain is already pre-occupied with the thought of them disgusts me more than ever. They come from two completely different worlds, and I can tell that hers is on the shinier side of town. While his is on the more darker and corrupted.
Just like you.
Suddenly, feeling a tap on my shoulder that reels me out of my thoughts, I look up to see a middle aged brown-skinned waitress with black curly hair and raise an eyebrow as this is our first time meeting.
She has a pen and notepad in her clutches ready to take my order but I apologetically tell her I'm not ready yet, and she simply points her pen to the front desk. Where I see Ms. Carla, the owner, giving me a warning glare.
Shaking my head chuckling I turn back to the waitress, whose also laughing softly and inform her of my regular order.
"Yes, I'll take a sandwich and a lemonade please."
"Alright hun, your total is $6.98," She tells me and I hand her a 10
Feeling a surgical shock go through my fingertips, my heart beats twice and the gun sounds off before can control it.
"What the fucking hell lady?!" I yell violently physically freezing her
With wild eyes, I look around and see everyone looking at us and miraculously Liam, another waiter, comes behind her, softly grabbing her by the shoulders taking her to the backroom.
I try to go back there, but Ms. Carla gently glares at me telling me to stay put and I take another look around, noticing more people are giving me disgusted looks. Hurriedly I put the gun of safety and clear my throat taking my seat flipping through the menu to busy myself from my traitorous thoughts.
Suddenly, I see Liam plop in the booth in front of me with my meal with a sorrowful expression.
"I'm sorry you had to go through that dude. Her nephew passed away years ago, and she said you remind her of him," He informs me scratching his neck awkwardly
An alarm goes off in my head but I ignore it nodding towards him.
"Shit, um... You mind telling her I apologize for the way I acted and I'm sorry for her lost," I ask running a tired hand down my face and he nods handing me my meal
The amount of regret and ignorance I feel right now is compatible to a boulder, but I push it back grabbing my things to leave. Staying here will only mentally suffocate me, and I'd hate to drive myself insane over a mix up like this.
I tear a piece of the receipt off and write "I'm sorry" on it and walk out of the cafe feeling somewhat free and unjudged. But I still feel like a jackass because I know the waitress doesn't.
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