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"Well see you back at the house after we go to the hospital," Anna told me with the last box from my bedroom in her arms.
"I wont be much longer. "
After I picked up the salad ingredients Rachel had thrown all over the kitchen, I mindlessly washed the dishes and emptied the refrigerator.
I didnt look around when I left, just shut the door behind me and locked it. I tossed the trash bags in the cans on the side of the house and dragged them to the curb.
Instead of returning to Saras empty house, I kept driving. I knew exactly where I was going, even though I wouldnt let myself consider why I was going there, or what might happen once I arrived.
I rang the buzzer and half hoped he wasnt home. My heart skipped a beat when the black metal door opened.
"Emma?" Jonathan scanned my face and instantly asked, "What happened?"
I took a breath. "Can I come in?"
"Oh, yeah, of course. " He backed up to let me pass.
I climbed the stairs with him behind me. I sat on the couch and he took a seat in the chair, anxiously awaiting my words.
"Rachel tried to kill herself last night," I revealed without any intonation in my voice.
Jonathan slowly nodded his head and lowered his eyes. He looked back up at me and told me, "Dont feel guilty. "
My eyes scrunched in confusion, not certain if I’d heard him correctly.
"For not caring. . . you shouldnt feel guilty. "
My eyes instantly glossed over, knowing the real reason I’d driven here?because he understood. My throat tightened.
"I feel so horrible. What kind of person am I? I mean, shes my mother?"
"No shes not. She never was," he countered softly. "Emma, she wasnt even close to being your mother. You have every right to hate her. "
I bowed my head in my hands and sobbed?each gasp sending a wave of pain through my body. I wrapped my arms around my ribs, to no avail. I couldnt stop crying.
Jonathan moved next to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "You didnt do anything wrong, Emma. It was her choice, not yours. You didnt make her do it. "
"I told her to," I choked, tilting my head up at him.
"So," he responded, wiping the tears from my cheeks. "It was her pain, not yours, that made her do it. "
"But I wish," I stuttered, "I wish she were dead. Then maybe shed stop hurting, and stop hurting me. " I tried to continue but couldnt catch my breath. "Thats so horrible. Im so?"
"No," he soothed, pulling me to rest my head on his shoulder, gently rubbing my back. "She hurt you, Emma, over and over again. You can let her go now. Dont let her hurt you anymore. "
I fought for my breath in the crook of his neck, letting him comfort me in his arms. It wasnt until I was able to calm enough to think straight that I realized it was not where I should be. I lifted my head, and his hand was on my cheek, wiping my tears. And then his soft lips were on mine.
I jumped up and stumbled back, shaking my head. "I cant. "
Jonathan bent his head with a slow exhale. "I dont understand. "
He looked up at me, and his eyes connected with mine, so exposed and vulnerable. My heart ached at the intensity of their emotion. I wiped my cheeks, and shook my head again. "I cant. "
"You should ask yourself why you cant, Emma," he said calmly, pulling his eyes away, making me want to crumble in misery. "Is it because you dont feel it? Youre here, so you must feel something. You cant deny that, no matter how hard you try. "
I shook my head, not in denial, but in confusion?not knowing why I was compelled to see him. I thought it was because I knew hed understand. But I could have just called him. I didnt have to be here, to see him in person.
I couldnt think straight.
"Youve been through a lot in the past week," he whispered, his dark brown eyes peering through me, seeing more than I ever intended. "So you should just wait. Wait until everything settles. Okay?"
I didnt say anything, not certain what he was asking of me.
"We have this connection, and its crazy," he explained. "I dont know how to give it up, do you?"
I shook my head, unable to speak because I knew it was true.
"Its going to be okay, Emma, I promise. Well figure this out. "
"Okay," I whispered. I released a quick breath and said, "I should go. "
"I know. "
I approached the stairs, my knees weak. I turned back toward him and said, "Jonathan, thank you. . . for understanding. "
"Im always here for you, Emma," he smiled gently. I guided my way down the stairs, barely able to stand, not feeling that much better than when I’d arrived. Then again, I wasnt sure what I was feeling at all.
42. Something To Hold On To
You asked why I stayed when I had every reason to leave ~ I stayed for you. I was drawn to you almost instantly without really understanding what was happening. I will always be here for you, Emma.
I thought I caught a glimpse of his blue pickup truck in the bustle of the parking lot—amidst the cars trying to position for spots and bodies not getting out of their way. I stretched my head around a group of guys in letter jackets to get a better view.
"What are you looking at?" Sara asked a few feet ahead of me, stopping when she realized I wasnt beside her. The guys began walking toward the school, and what I thought was his truck was a Tahoe. I released my breath and turned away.
"Nothing," I said, catching up with her.
Sara tightened her eyes skeptically. I tried to smile, but it felt foreign on my face, having not done it very much in the last couple of weeks.
"Do you know what we need?" Her eyes lit up at just the thought.
"What?" I asked, not certain if I should encourage the mischievous glint in her eye.
"We need a senior skip day," she exclaimed as we spotted Evan a few rows ahead of us. He raised his chin in recognition when he saw us and waited for us to reach him.
"But dont we have one in two weeks?"
"Thats planned. The entire senior class is skipping that day. Whats the fun in that?” Sara scoffed with a shake of her head. "Emma, youre in need of some serious spontaneity. We have to pick a day sooner, to rid of the distractions and just have a good time. A much needed good time. "
"I could use that," I sighed. Id been fighting with more distractions than I could handle, including the Sunday Id gone to see Jonathan?which I couldnt stop thinking about. Or the text he sent the next day, that I’d read every day since. I was in desperate need to rid myself of that distraction in particular, and clear my head.
"What do you need?" Evan asked overhearing us. He slid his hand in mine.
"A skip day," Sara declared proudly. "Just the four of us!"
"Four?" I questioned.
"Jared," Sara explained. "How about this Friday? Its supposed to be so nice and Jared will be here for Evans birthday. Well go to the beach. "
"I dont know if its quite beach weather," Evan returned.
"Who cares," Sara shot back, already beaming from the idea. "We dont have to wear bathing suits. Well have a picnic and build sand castles and play catch or whatever. Dont try to ruin our skip day, Evan!"
Evan chuckled and held up his free hand in defense. "Okay, Sara. Friday is our skip day. Itll be great. "
"Of course it will. "
I grinned at her enthusiasm as she almost bounced her way to our lockers. I turned to Evan as he was about to part ways toward his. He bent down and kissed me briefly. "Will you come over after my game today?" he murmured in my ear.
"Sure," I smiled, letting go of his hand and watching him walk away.
I was still relishing the tingle of his breath against my ear when I opened my locker to gather my books.
"I dont think you should wait until prom," Sara mused, eyeing me with a smirk. "The two of you need to have sex more than any two people I know. "
"Sara!" I exclaimed, looking around in a panic to see who may have overhear
d.
"Just sayin," she smirked again and walked away.
My cheeks flushed, I rolled my eyes and turned back toward my locker.
"Im going to shower," Evan told me as we parked in his driveway. "Where do you want to wait for me?"
"Ill meet you in the barn," I replied, opening the car door. My phone chimed as I reached the steps leading to the rec room. I was about to press the ignore button, as I had for the previous three calls that day. Then it beeped twice indicating the missed call, followed by a text.
Emma, please talk to me. Please.
I stared down at my phone. His plea felt like a weight in my chest. I hadnt stopped thinking about him since Id left him that day. But I didnt really know what it was I was thinking. . . or feeling. I kept avoiding him, afraid of what emotions his voice would conjure up. But I couldnt keep doing this to him. . . or to me.
I sat down on the couch and took a deep breath, listening to the phone ring on the other end.
"Hi," he answered quickly.
"Hi," I returned, my heart beating profusely. "Im sorry I havent called. "
"Im sorry I keep calling," he replied. "Its just hard, not hearing from you, especially after talking to you almost every day. "
"I know. Its been hard for me too. "
"I got a little scared. I thought maybe. . . maybe you didnt need me anymore. You know, now that Rachels not around and?"
"Dont say that," I interrupted. "Ive wanted to call, to talk to you, but. . . I didnt know what to say. What you expected me to say. "
"Emma, I dont expect anything. I just want you to be honest, thats all. " After a pause, my mind trying to understand what he was asking of me, he filled the silence with, "How have you been sleeping?"
I laughed lightly at the question. "Pretty well actually. Maybe you did cure me, or I just dont care anymore. How about you? Is the nightmare gone?"
"It comes back every once in a while. "
"So youve been sleeping too," I concluded.
"I wouldnt say that," he countered. "I keep waking up, afraid I missed your call. So. . . not sleeping that great. "
"Im sorry," I offered again, my voice heavy with guilt.
"Its okay," he dismissed easily. "When can I see you? I think we should. . . talk. Theres so much I need to say to you, and I dont want to do it over the phone. "
"Uh," I delayed, a streak of nerves shot through my chest. "Im not sure. " I jumped at the sound of the door closing at the bottom of the stairs. "I should go. Someones coming. "
"Emma," he called to me. I stared at the stairs waiting for Evan to appear, still listening. "I know youre confused right now, but Ive missed us, you know, our talks?being able to share what no one else understands. I dont want to lose that, to lose you. "
"I dont either," I murmured, watching the stairs. Then I heard the door close again. "And we will talk. I promise. But I should go. " I hung up and sunk into the couch, having a hard time catching my breath after hearing his voice. I missed talking to him. But I’d known ever since he kissed me, it wouldnt be the same between us. I never wanted this?for him to feel this way. It scared me.
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