Love me? Really? Of the million and one things that he could feel about me that wasn't even near the list.
"Excuse me but that is just fucking sick!" I have no other way to put it. I start to pace, he stays in the same position but his head follows me.
"Tell me about it, my parents always wanted me to make an official complaint and couldn't fathom why I wouldn't." He just shrugs and watches me walk a hole in the rug. I'm beginning to hate that shrug of his.
"So because of this sick crush you had, this self loathing, have you. Because of whatever the fuck it was you let me treat you like shit, you let me make your life hell. You let it get to the point, THAT point?" I am practically screaming now. I don't care I can't believe he would, "How could you risk it going that far?"
Still nothing from him.
"What the fuck Emmett? What if?" I let it fall away and now it is my time to say it. "I think I've had enough for now."
I don't hear him follow, I know he won't. I take the stairs to burn energy. I take the time and hope when I get to the bottom the urge to do something stupid is gone.
As the steps click by I flash back to running down stairs, punching a wall or tow, hearing my name yelled out and ignoring it. Tears running down my face as I run up the hill and through the woods. The wanting to feel numb.
As the stairs thud beneath my thick soles the peace I am trying to find gets further and further away. Now my mind is trying to override. Now it is focusing on the big glass doors the street outside, the quickest way to numb it all.
I push through the door to the lobby and a hulking body is blocking the door to the numb.
"No, not on my watch." Emmett hands me my coat and I see past his shoulder his car waiting on the street.
