SORRY. I have been so busy I don't even know how I handle to write anything.
This one is short, but I promise the wait won't be long.
Thank you guys for everything and I am so not abandoning this story.
Take care, and enjoy :)
Paige's eyes were shut down by the bright light that hit her eyes when she woke up. She caught on her rigid mussels and her dry throat and tried to ignore the pain she felt down her body. She felt so tired; she refused to open her eyes and tried to go back to sleep, turning around but regretting it as soon as her back started aching.
"Fuck." She cursed under breath and turned her head toward another direction so that she could at least see where she was; she could not remember anything and the alcohol, blood and something she could not quite recognize inside her mouth made her want to throw up. She took a deep breath to prevent the acid liquid from going up her throat. She shivered as the cold air entered her lungs and stopped moving as she realized where she was. Not Emily's room; not Connor's; not hers. Her eyes opened wide and she sat on the bed… The sheets slid down her body… She was naked. She repaired on her red dress lying on the floor. She tried hard to remember anything of the night before but she couldn't. It was blank. Empty.
Paige looked down her body and her heart stopped beating as her eyes caught a glimpse of what seemed to be… blood. "Shit!" She gasped as the realization hit her. Did someone…?
"Good morning, sleepy head!" The voice startled her and she rushed to cover herself with the sheets. Noel leant against the door frame and Paige saw Connor coming inside the room and walking towards her. She felt like if her privacy had been taken away from her; Connor had never seen her like that… he hadn't even saw her in a swimming suit.
Connor walked closer to her side of the bed and leant in to kiss her.
"What the hell!" She tried to yell in annoyance but failed and instead felt her throat growing wider as everything went out of her mouth and she threw up over Connor. Her head was pounding and she cleaned her mouth with the back of her hand as warm tears made their way down her cheeks. "I'm sorry." she whispered and covered her mouth in shame.
Connor tried to hide his annoyance. "It's okay," He said faking a kind smile. You are useless. "It wasn't your fault." He looked down at his clothes and walked away.
Paige felt scared and confused. She had figured it out. They had… the word slept managed to make her shiver and the next thing that crossed her mind was Emily. She knew what making love to someone was and it felt nothing like how she was feeling. She had given herself to Emily because she wanted to give herself to Emily and just Emily. She wanted to be hers and just hers. She left out a broken sob and looked down at her hands. She covered her face and let more tears spill and she wished she could take it back… She couldn't. She had given herself to… She flinched as she thought about it and felt Noel's burning gaze on her.
Noel smiled mischievously at the door. "You are pretty good, you know McCullers?" she raised her head. "You should keep coming to my parties." He raised an eyebrow suggestively and turned around before walking away and leaving Paige alone in a deathly silence.
Paige stayed; frozen. She couldn't breathe; she couldn't move.
It was Monday and Emily walked around Rosewood High trying to find every single member of drama club to hand them the papers for their parents to sign before they went to the theatre that same Friday. She looked everywhere but only handled to find Sydney and Jennifer at noon and tried to reach Jeremy before he reached his classroom before Hanna had stopped her. She was trying hard not to think of Paige. She had done it… just twice that weekend.
Emily kept walking. "Emily!" It was Alison. Emily turned around rolling her eyes.
"What?"
"Did you hear the rumor?" Alison looked excited and tangled her arm with Emily's.
"I don't care, Ali." She said annoyed.
"Okay," She said ignoring the comment. "Paige and Connor slept together a few nights ago, can you believe that?" Emily froze in place and stared at the blond.
"What?" She let out almost as a whisper.
Alison's gaze turned serious. "What?" She asked with almost a laugh Emily didn't quite get. "What's wrong with that?"
Emily stared at her blankly as she felt the air being pulled out of her lungs and her heartbeat increased making her blood boil its way up her system. She let out broken sigh and looked around trying to avoid Alison's stare when her eyes started to well up with tears.
"Alison!" Someone called and Emily turned away when Alison turned to look at Mona. Emily started walking, every step increasing her pace and her soul leaving another piece behind as rage filled her whole. She pressed her nails against her palms, frowning as she felt blood when it rolled down her arm when tears made their way out her eyes. She tried to control herself but could not stop and made her way towards the bathroom with a really clear idea of what she would do next.
Paige still was tired at school on Monday. Relax, Paige, everything's okay… People looked at her in ways they had never looked at her before… she saw lust, disgust, even pain in everyone else's eyes but hers… Emily's… She couldn't see her eyes and it was killing her. She needed Emily. She needed her life back. Come back to me… Someone tapped her shoulder but when she turned around she wished she had not done it. It was the blond, usually shy, good looking guy. Jeremy. Jeremy Thomas. Damn. She thought almost disgusted. "Hey, Jeremy," She said. "What's up?" She tried to fake a smile.
"Don't worry; you don't have to do that." He said making Paige look at him curiously. She shook her head and then looked down at the floor. "You don't have to pretend everything's okay, Paige." Somehow her name on his tongue felt… good… sort of… comforting. She looked up trying hard not to fall down to the floor and break down into sobs. "Don't worry; you can trust me." She shook her head and looked around the hall seeing if she spotted anyone near them and when she made sure there was not a single soul around them (Everyone had gone to class) she let herself fall in his arms and cried her heart out. Between sobs and long pauses to take air, he held her in his arms, a place where she would since then feel safe, sound and… loved.
Emily opened one of the stalls' doors and closed it hastily before letting herself fall down to the floor and hiding her face behind her hands.
After a while, someone knocked.
Emily kept quiet biting her lip to avoid any sound.
Then another knock;
"Em," someone whispered. "Emily, please." It was Sydney's voice; worried as hell. "Em-"
Emily cut her off by opening the door after standing up and jumping into her arms and crying her heart out just as her love had just done with the guy she would, in a future, depreciate so much.
Days passed, none of them spoke, as lover to lover, gazes avoided. Eyes would not matter in times like these and Emily and Paige would no longer exist. Her arms would not hold the other again. Eyes would not stare again. Love was nonexistent between their longing hearts; hearts still waiting for the storm to calm. And deep inside they knew nonexistence was impossible; impossible.