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The next morning I awoke slowly, my body ached and waking up seemed unfathomable. I tentatively zipped up my jacket, my muscles aching as I stood. I didn't want to leave, so I crossed my legs and sat on the rock. For hours I just sat there, I had no commitments on a Saturday.
All of a sudden I felt the urge to scrub Ben off of me. I wanted him, no, needed him off of me. The sudden urge caused my to stand and jog to where my car was parked.
As I got to the parking lot, I noticed a long line of police tapes and flashing lights.
There were police sirens, my car was being searched and I could hear lots of crying.
In the middle of the chaos, I spotted Maya being questioned and my friends comforting my anxious mother.
" Emily! " Maya cried out, running towards me. Everyone's heads turned in confusion and excitement towards me. Suddenly I was being swarmed by my family and friends, who were then pushed away by the police who hurriedly helped me into a squad car and drove me down to the station for questioning.
Refusing to answer, I stayed silent, staring past the cops. They said I was crazy and needed a psych evaluation.
Sitting on a big brown leather chair in the prison psychologists office, tears started stream down my cheek once again like a non stop waterfall, but as soon as the psychologist walked in I forced myself to stop and quickly wiped my face.
I was deemed mentally stable, but mute. No one knew what had happened. I had heard an officer saying my mother had called the station at around 7 frantically searching for me. Within another hour all of her friends had shown up at the station and by 9 the whole town was on high alert. My friends and family had been at the station all night. They found my vehicle about an hour before I showed up.
A police officer escorted me alongside the psychologist into the stations waiting room, which was buzzing with my anxious family and friends. Upon seeing me, they all leapt up and almost formed a line with questions and concerns.
My mother was first, embracing me in a comforting bear hug. I just stood there emotionlessly. She looked up at me with frightened and worried eyes, which I avoided successfully.
My friends tried to get me to talk, I could barely even hear their questions over the swarm of thoughts bashing through my head.
The car ride home was awkward to say the least. I sat in the passengers seat, staring out the window.
" Em, hun, please talk to me sweetie, " my mom stuttered through silent sobs.
I turned my head and offered my mom a small smile. I didn't want her to cry over me. I knew it would only upset her more if she knew the truth.
What if she did know the truth? Would she be disappointed in me? Angry? Disgusted?
I quickly shot my head around, staring back out the window. Because in that moment I knew it. If I told her, she would hate me. Hate me for being a slut, hate me for being dishonest and hate me for being gay.
We pulled up at our house and I quickly jumped out of the car, avoiding my mothers worried gaze.
" Emily wait! " my mom cried after me.
I opened the door and was about to run upstairs when I heard a voice.
" Oh my god Em! Are you alright? What happened? "
I felt strong arms wrap tightly around me and I burst into tears. My arms stayed glued to my side. I would not hug him, I would not hug Ben.
My body shook and I felt a pit form deep in my stomach.
I sat on the stairs as my mom and Ben chatted in the living room, far enough so they couldn't see me but close enough to hear every whisper.
" Don't feel bad Ben, " my mom said comfortingly. " Emily hasn't said a word to anyone since they found her. "
" I just don't understand, " Bens voice oozed false sweetness and hurt, " She was still my beautiful, sweet Em when I saw her at the pool yesterday. Now she looks, different. "
" I don't know, " I hear my moms voice crack as she burst into tears.
" It's ok Mrs Fields, maybe I can get her to talk? "
" I hope so, I'd hate to have to put her in therapy. I mean she won't even talk to her friends! "
I brought my knees into my chest, hugging them tightly and burying my face between my knees.
The next day I didn't get up. I lay in bed. At around 12 there was a knock on my door. I didn't answer, but the door opened anyway.
" Hey Em, " Aria smiled at me.
" Hey, " Hanna and Spencer greeted in chorus. I looked at them blankly and sat up.
Aria sat on the bed next to me while Hanna and Spencer each pulled up a chair.
There was an awkward silence, it was dead quiet as no one knew what to say.
" Have you downloaded the new Beyoncé? " Hanna asked both jokingly and desperately.
At that I burst out crying, showing weakness for the first time. I decided to give in, it was my friends and they wouldn't force me to talk.
" Sssh Em, " Aria wrapped her arms around me. Tears rolled down all 3 of my friends' cheeks as they grabbed me in a group hug.
" Let it out Em, " Hanna whispered in a hoarse voice.
" We're here for you, " Spencer put a hand reassuringly on my shoulder.
We sat in silence for awhile. I enjoyed their company, it was comforting even in the silence.
There was a knock on the door. The girls waited for me to answer, but when I didn't Spencer yelled for whoever it was to come in.
" Hey girls, I hope you don't mind, can I borrow Emily for a bit? "
My heart sank. Ben was back and my mom would be out for hours. I silently prayed that my friends would stay. Please, please, please.
" We'll get out of your hair then, " Aria sweetly offered. " Bye Em. "
Aria came over and kissed my head. Hanna and Spencer followed her. They all walked out crying and my heart sank.
Ben peered down the stairs, waiting for them to leave.
As he walked back into the room, an evil grin appeared on his face.
" We have the place all to ourselves, " he chuckled as he closed my door behind him.