A/n: ok, there leaving. READ & REVIEW!
It was time to go. Emily packed up her bags, and looks at the time. 1:00 P.M.. She had about two more hours to leave. She looked out the window. It was raining. Her parents were downstairs watching a movie.
She moves across her room and gets a box, in back of the computer. She opened it carefully. Inside, there's a bunch of jewelry, and little love notes her and Jake had passed to each other in classes. She felt hot tears fall down her cheeks and onto the objects in the box.
As she digs in her box, she finds pictures of them both. One of them had him pushing her on a swing…
She was smiling.
The next picture, she saw herself and him playing in the snow, making a snowman. The next one, of her and him kissing.
That's it. She couldn't take it. She took the box, and put on her jacket, and boots. She want slowly down the stairs, and opened the door. And making sure no one heard her, she ran outside.
Emily walks through the rain shivering cold, waking down the block. She stops at a white house, and walks up the porch. She feels uneasy, but prepares to get her outcome. She rings the door bell, and waits.
Suddenly, she sees Jake in the front of her. She looks at him. His warm pink lips, light brown eyes, and soft blond hair… But she had to forget about that.
"Emily?" he says Dumbfounded. "You're soaking wet" he says, and he reaches his hand toward Emily. But Emily moves backwards.
"I-I came to gi-give you this" says Emily weakly, and passes him the box. When he opens it, he sees pictures of him and her torn.
"what for?" he asks her.
She stares at him in disbelief, and says: "You're kidding right?", and she walks down the stairs of her porch. As she walks down she remembers what was on her finger. She turns around and takes off the ring he gave her at their anniversary, and throws it at his feet.
"Keep it" yells Emily. "I never liked it anyway" and she leaves headstrong through the gate and walks down to her house. And she starts to sings a song:
Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me
Come find me
Make up your mind
Should I let you fall
Lose it all
So maybe you can remember yourself
Can't keep believing, we're only deceiving ourselves and I'm sick of the lie and you're too late.
Don't cry to me
If you loved me
You would be here with me
You want me
Come find me
Make up your mind
Couldn't take the blame
Sick with shame
Must be exhausting to lose your own game
Selfishly hated, no wonder you're jaded-
you can't play the victim this time
And you're too late
Don't cry to me
If you loved me
You would be here with me
You want me
Come find me
Make up your mind
You never call me when you're sober
You only want it cause it's over
ya, It's over.
How could I have burned paradise?
How could I - 'cause you were never mine!
So don't cry to me
If you loved me
You would be here with me
Don't lie to me
Just get your things
I've made up your mind.
Call me when you're Sober- Evanescence
Emily walks into the house and starts to walk up the stairs, soaking wet until…
"Emily" says Sabina, and Emily looks back, and sees both parents in back of her. Arms crossed. "where were you?" says Sabina, cocking an eyebrow.
"I…was at Jake's" she replies. "dropping up his stuff"
Suddenly, she sees her father and mother smile. She was over him. Officially. He had lost her forever. Too bad for him. Her parents opened their arms, and Emily ran to them like a little girl, and hugged them. They felt so warm and protective. These were real parents.
As they mounted the plane, Emily put her small bag in the baggage area. Her father sat next to her, and her mother at the other side. She lay down on her fathers shoulder, and soon enough the plane took flight.
Alex thought in his mind what he'd do when he got to London. He wanted to know who or what had killed his little girl. He'd kill the Mother Fuckers that killed Samantha.
He looked at his wife and child. He would die for them to. And even though Emily wasn't blood of his blood, he'd still die for her. She had been in this family to long. She was now in the family, and never going out. No one would take her away. Especially his wife. She had been the love of his life. No one else.
Well, maybe Rosalyn in 5th grade, but that doesn't count….does it?
a/n:...um...REVIEW?!?
