Emily tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt heavy; she needed some rest after the several hits Connor had given her. She couldn't believe Connor. How could Connor even hurt a girl? Her parents taught her that girls must be treated as if they were made of glass, maybe Connor´s hadn't. Maybe they had. She still wondered what he had against her… she knew deep inside the reason why, but she just wouldn't bring it to the surface. Let it go, Emily… maybe he is just going through a lot. That wasn't the case, though. His reasons were even darker.

Emily could hear the front door closing and tried to open her eyes once again. She made an effort and finally caught a glimpse of light. She tried harder and finally brought herself to open her eyes.

When she stood up, she felt dizzy and her head hurt but she was fast enough to walk to her bed, put the violin under it, turn the light off and pretend that she was asleep. Her mother knocked on the door. "Emily?" She said. "Emily, are you asleep?" She heard the door creaking and pictured her mother peeking through the door. Her mother entered the room and walked closer to Emily, gasped and started sobbing quietly. Pam placed a blanket over Emily and kissed her on the cheek. Emily felt her mother's cheek wet and felt pain growing. Pam let out a cracked sigh and walked to the door, closing it behind her.

Emily felt a freezing sensation on her arms and shivered. She wished she could be curled on the couch with Paige by her side, cuddling into her, her arm wrapped around Emily's waist and the comforting feeling it brought her just being next to Paige. That was the moment she realized that she rather have Paige by her side whenever she could than having to hide for the rest of her life. Paige made her happy. Wouldn't her parents want her to be happy? Wouldn't her friends? Because even if it was selfish in a human way… she wanted to be happy… stop hiding and live her life how she was supposed to; how she wanted to; with a girl. Emily couldn't picture herself with a guy; just Paige. Couldn't picture herself staring at no one else; just Paige. She couldn't picture her life without her… at least not in that moment.

Emily fell asleep easily but she still felt her head pounding so she didn't sleep well that night. Besides she couldn't kick Connor out of her thoughts. Poor Emily… he said inside her head over and over again and her eyes opened again at the annoying beeping of her cellphone´s alarm.

Thursday morning, Paige looked over at Connor across the table. His gaze was pasted to his phone´s screen and something was making him smile at it. Paige was always so damn bored…Especially when she was with the guy. She looked around trying to find something more interesting than her boyfriend. She looked at the counter and wished Emily was working. She wanted her. She needed her laugh. She needed her eyes. She wished she could fight how badly she desired the girl; she was never going to be able to.

She felt Connor´s gaze glued on her… that burning feeling… She looked through the corner of her eye and spotted Connor smiling comically as he kept looking at his phone. She turned her head around and tapped the floor eagerly with her foot. Her heart rate increased.

"Babe, are you okay?" Connor said looking at his girlfriend with a worried frown.

Paige looked at Connor. "Yeah… Yeah, I'm okay," she said quietly. "Actually," Paige remembered. "I have something to do, but I'll see you tonight?" He nodded and she lent down to peck his lips. "Bye."

Connor nodded again. "I love you." He added taking her hand and kissing it.

Paige's eyes opened wide and she felt guilt creeping inside her body. She knew she didn't love him and didn't want to break his heart but she couldn't say it so she just nodded and smiled kindly, walking out of the café.

Connor looked at her girlfriend mischievously as she exited the place. Keep hiding it, baby, Emily pays anyway.

Next day, Emily went to Violin rehearsal feeling sick; sicker than before… sure she felt sicker than before because Connor had hit her again. Not only he hit her but also tried something else… Emily felt as her eyes burned.

"Dyke!" said Connor.

Emily's head hit the wall as he pressed her against it. "I'm not a dyke." Emily whispered.

"Sure about that?" he said. "Then you should like this," his hand made its way up Emily's thigh and she groaned disgusted.

"Stop, please," Emily said with a desperate tone of voice but he only moved his hand further up her thigh.

She kicked him as hard as she could and ran out of the restroom, tears rolling down her face.

Emily followed Dean inside the classroom and he greeted her politely. Each one of her classmates had their violins ready and they started playing. Emily took hers and played her solo part as she connected with the violin, feeling as its vibrations beat at her hearts rhythm. She got carried away and then she felt as her head started pounding again and everything fell apart again.

Paige's eyes opened at the sound of her alarm and her thoughts instantly drifted to Emily. Dean Clare, a guy who went to violin classes with Emily, had mentioned her passing out the night before. Paige hadn't stopped thinking about her since she heard the guys talking about Emily. Her head had hit the floor and her violin had fallen over her.

Paige closed her eyes at the thought of the other girl being in pain and the fact that she could do nothing to make her feel better. She couldn't even visit her because nobody knew that the two of them even knew each other.

Paige wished she could be brave just for a minute; however, fear wasn't going to disappear that easily. She had to choose between loving Emily and being afraid, but she just couldn't picture herself saying it out loud. She could picture her father's face if she ever told him, though; hysterical.

Paige shook her head, in an attempt to stop herself from thinking. She stood up and walked towards the bathroom like she would do any other day. Only it hadn't been like any other day in a long time; Paige was not the same; she didn't feel the same. Not with herself, not with her family, not with Connor and not with Emily.

Taking a deep breath, she stared at herself in the mirror. You are not this person, she kept repeating. She knew she had to decide whether she was going to be honest or she was going to keep hiding for the rest of her life. You can't do this to Connor… You can't do this to Emily.

Exactly eleven days had passed after the accident and Emily still hadn't heard from Paige. Not. A single. Word. Not even if she had returned to school two days after it had happened. Paige showed up at school but wouldn't even smile at Emily- like she used to- when neither of them had company. Emily wondered what had happened; she hadn't done anything wrong, had she?

She was walking through the halls in order to get to the lockers but when she got there, she felt as her heart was ripped off her chest. She wished she hadn't come to school that day. She wished that she was dead. She bit her lower lip hard before tiding up her leather jacket and taking a deep breath as she walked towards her locker, which was being blocked by the frightening nightmare that was seeing that person, making out with that other person.

"Get a room, Blue," The guys shouted as Connor pressed himself against Paige and kissed her harder. Emily had never seen them kissing like that, just pecks and stuff and not even that close. Paige and Connor hadn't noticed her there and Paige tangled her fingers in his hair. Emily wasn't jealous; she was hurt.

Emily cleared her throat and tried not to let tears fall. "Sorry, I need my locker," she said and the two suddenly stopped. Paige's eyes opened wide as she looked at Emily and Connor turned around and smiled teasingly, carefully enough so that Paige wouldn't notice. They moved away from her locker, Paige dipping her head and Connor taking her hand.

Paige stood behind Emily with her gaze pasted on the floor and her hand being pulled by Connor´s.

Emily opened her locker with a soft movement and peeked inside; the little mirror she had pasted inside of her locker reflected Paige looking directly at her. Emily's heart skipped a beat and she stared at Paige for a few seconds, the girl had a pleading look on her face. Emily frowned as she took a big breath and looked away when Aria called her name. She caught a glimpse of Paige dipping her head again just before she followed her boyfriend through the crowd.

The next thing Paige knew was that she was all alone walking towards Emily's house just to check in when something pushed her hard. She stumbled and looked around. A blond girl stood next to her, smiling teasingly.

"Pigskin," Alison said. "What are you doing here? You are not going to Emily's place, are you?"

"Why would you care?" Paige raised her eyebrows.

"You know… she…" Ali took a step closer to Paige. "She used to be… sort of obsessed with me,"

"Sort of," Paige copied. "What do you want, Alison?"

"I don't want you to talk to her,"

"I'm not even that close to her," Paige said. "We are on the same team, that's it."

Alison grabbed her wrist hard. "Listen to me, I made you Pigskin once and I can do it again," she said "I know what you're doing with Emily and I don't think you'd want your daddy to know, would you?" Paige looked away. "I bet you don't,"

Guys! Sorry it took me so long! I have next chapter done so it is not going to be long.

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