Emma's POV Nothing mattered anymore. Not the curfew, not anything. Lily was gone. A joke, a really big joke. I sat, almost lifeless myself, outside the hospital. I was having trouble connecting it all. Life was cruel to me. I kept mulling about how horrible my existence was, stopping only to laugh when my brain made the cruel joke that I no longer had to avoid her. She was gone. The universe had done my job for me. It was even funnier to think that I had wished only about two hours ago, to never see her again. I felt like shit. The air in my lungs was stuck, and breathing got increasingly difficult. I thought I was done with the hardest part of the night when we had all those confessions, or confrontations, whatever. Only for that to happen. “Please let's go home.” Chase broke into everyone else's mourning. I cuddled her brother, and he rested his head on my chest. The little boy was a little too fatigued, and had slept off. Tear marks on his face reminded me of how muc
Chase's POV It was a really surreal moment for all of us. Gray was beside himself with grief. Prom was a little over twenty four hours away, it used to be what was on everyone's lips. I remember him telling me that he was thinking about taking the chance to propose to Lily before everyone, just like I did., before shit hit the roof. “Hey man.” I called him as soon as I settled in. I had much explaining to do, to Mrs Linda and my dad. Hearing myself say all the words, almost made me cry. But I had been through worse shit than that in my two decades of living. Nothing could beat holding the body of my mom in my hands as a ten year old. Mrs Linda flinched and winced and groaned and cried in all the right places, puncturing my report. “Thank you,” He said, his voice still sounded very hoarse, I could imagine the effort he put into speaking. “Where are you now?” I asked him. It was a little past midnight, I stayed over at my dads because of Emma, but she was being a bit b
Jessica's POV I threw my phone on the couch as soon as I got back home. It was a hell of a day that began with me nearly dying. I had drunk so much water in the pool that I was still a bit dizzy, a condition my sister googled to be ‘water dizziness’. I spent all the rest of the day recuperating, and then left for Chase's house in the evening. Gray said we were gonna talk, the three of us like it had always been. No Emma, no Lily. I bought the idea because I was a little tired of the whole thing myself. More shocking and disappointing than seeing Lily and Emma was, hearing what she did. I didn't believe she had it in her to two time me. I was grateful for not taking my car along, not like I was in any condition to drive. The ride was everything I didn't think it would be. I felt freed, happy. The nasty weight of resentment and guilt was no more weighing on me. I didn't even have it in me to hate her. It all seemed like a game of survival. “What do you want now?” I asked, pi
Chase's POV “I still do not see how your little story affects me.” I said. He poured me a glass, which I drank up once. “You lot have no more patience these days.” He mused, looking at me. “For how much you hate and resent me, you have a lot to learn from me.” “Oh, I do not think I do.” I was breathing heavily, and baring my teeth at him. “I did all these things,” He said, “just so you and your mom could have a better life.” He shouted, sticking his fingers in my face. “I'm not tryna get fooled by you tonight, Dad.” I placed extra emphasis on the one word that wrongly summarized all he was to me. “You came in here, and you are gonna have to listen to me.” He bellowed. “No!” I screamed, getting up and matching his height, “you listen to me. I have swallowed, and swallowed and swallowed, and I can assure you that I'm in a choke hold. I'm fucking tired, thought you'd be too, apparently I was wrong. You're about to kill my best friend's mom?! Have you no heart? She lit
Linda's POV Peace was a thing I could only dream of. It felt like a distant dream. I had a hunch things were falling apart piece by piece, the constant calls Mark was on, and visits from the police only solidified my suspicions. I thought Mike's case was done with. It was a clear case of suicide. “Chase, please.” I begged on call. “I don't see why I have to do all this pleading to know what's going on, under my own roof!” I exclaimed, I was so fucking stressed. “Today's prom, Linda. I just wanna attend and be happy like every other normal young adult.” He replied. His voice was hoarse, and heavy. “You and I know you're going nowhere near that school, Chase.” I said, discrediting his excuse. “Your ex just died, it's okay to take some time off.” I added. “Not when I have a relationship to fix.” He said, obstinately. “Emma's not going to prom, we both know that. She's been down, refuses to come out of her room. Besides, I think it's time you let go. We've both gotten wha
Chase's POV After speaking to Emma's mom, every tinge of sleep in my eye fled. I had suddenly become the center of everyone's attention. I kept things away from her, not because of how my dad would feel, but how scared she would get. I watched it happen once, I was gonna watch it happen again. It was around eleven am when I called my guy, Gray. I hadn't spoken with him in almost twelve hours. I wanted to know how he got home, and most importantly, how he was feeling. “Hey, what's up?” He picked up the phone. “How are you?” I asked him. I was feeling like a harbinger of bad news. He was still going through Lily's demise, and I was still making my mind up on telling him how stuff was going with the investigation into Mike's death. It was fast becoming a state issue, and one paper already published the story.I hated the popularity it was gaining. It's not what I had in mind when I asked Gray to go on, and even funded it. All sorts of thoughts were keeping my tired eyes wid
Grayson's POV I was so surprised to see Chase. I didn't know what to make of it. I wasn't expecting him. I had spoken to him only a few hours ago. I didn't think any of us still had the strength to be running about like he was. Especially not for that case. It was well underway and I didn't see any reason I should stress myself about it. Uncle Mike was a bit of a criminal himself anyways. Plus we'd done the whole confession thing, and Emma, whose implication I had foremost in mind, being the main reason I decided to look into the case, was someone I had made peace with. Lily wouldn't want me to continue, so I was dropping it in her honor. “Chase, man I have no business with that shit anymore.” I said truthfully. “You can't say that.” He replied. “And since when did you start to tell me what I can and cannot say?” I asked. “That's not what I meant.” He corrected himself. “I'm only saying that it's not right.” “So you now tell me what's right and what isn't?”
Chase's POV Mrs McKinsey had more composure than I'd have given her credit for. She didn't even shake where she was seated on Gray's bed. His previously nonchalant facade he had on had cleared, leaving the Gray I truly knew. I hated to do that, but it was equally a very important task. “Why?” She asked. “That's what I want to find out.” I replied. Gray was shook, but that was no opportunity to disrespect his mom, so I stayed as respectful as I could be. “Can I ask how you got your information?” She asked. “He’d been picked up by the police, three times in the past week, with his new wife, Emma's mom.” I said, even though Mrs McKinsey probably didn't know who I was referring to. “Alright.” She said, following the story. “He was picked up this morning too by the way.” I added. “I had a conversation with him last night,” I started the story, “it actually started with me eavesdropping on him and I heard things I shouldn't have.” “What are those?” She asked, cautiou
Emma's POV “We are both hurt. I think it's better we realize that and stop shaming the other person. Emma, you're just as damaged as I am.” Chase said. “That's not rocket science, Chase. Isn't this how you leave everyone you've been with?” I asked, “Broken and damaged?” “That's unfair, Em. You keep skipping the fact that there are always two sides to anything.” He replied to me. “You think I did, Chase?” I looked at him in his sinfully sexy blue eyes I still hadn't gotten an antidote to, not even the anger I felt, “All I did was allow you. I made you do all you did to me. In a way, I even enabled you.” “That's untrue, and you know it.” He replied to me. “I've talked about this, over and over. In my head and out of it, and it's still the same conclusion I reach.” I responded to him. “If ‘out of your head’ in any way refers to the bastard up there, I don't think I want to hear it.” I replied to her. “You've gotta get over yourself, Chase.” I said. “There's life
Chase's POV “You're still here, Em. It means you're interested.” I said. “I'm not comfortable here.” She said in a low voice. “I'd be in the garage, meet me there.” I said. “Maybe this is your time to show how low you regard me.” I let go of her hand which I had in mine, doing it both lightly and seductively. I knew I walked with such swagger, such essence that couldn't betray how scared I felt deep inside. Maybe she'd realize that I wasn't worth shit, and just go upstairs to meet her little boyfriend. I sat in my favorite of my dad's lot, the black mustang I saved Emma's ring in. That particular car had so many memories. I wanted to be in. I checked the time on my Patek, it was a few minutes to midnight. The estate gate was gonna be locked by 00:00, and if I couldn't make it out by then, I'd be stuck with Em and that bastard. 23:53, I had begun to get antsy. It'd be really unfortunate if I left, and Em eventually came down. I kept telling myself to calm down and b
Emma's POV “Can I trust you?” I asked Chase. I was mentally drained. Having played the good daughter throughout the anniversary, I wanted to catch my breath. Little did I know I had just been walking straight into Chase’s arms. “You know you can, Em.” He said, enthusiastically. “I'd hold your secret against me, Em. I wouldn't even tell myself.” His eyes mirrored mine, tired, hunger of the soul, and exhaustion. I couldn't believe that it was the same person who acted like I didn't exist last night. “I don't know where I stand with Kevin, really.” I said what I'd forbidden myself to. I made a deal with my mind to never say it. Just so I didn't believe it. The more I said something, the more I was forced to believe. “Start from the point where you left me, Em. I want to know it all.” He said, looking downI hated when Chase had that pensive look on his face. It felt like he was just a slight provocation away from murder. “After us,” I started, my mind was a bit foggy
Chase's POV “What did you do that for?!” Emma yelled after landing me a slap to the cheek. “I already said I wasn't gonna let you go.” I replied stubbornly. “Chase, my arm is hurting.” She cried, referring to the arm I'd been holding. I felt like a nasty person. Maybe it was the universe providing answers to the question I'd asked so many times, “Am I not good enough for her?” Well, I now knew I was too violent, too relentless, too impulsive, I rarely rethought my decisions, I bent everything to my will, things had to suit me, always. And those were all the things Emma stood against. “Emma, I'm a damaged guy, and I know it's really not your job to fix me. I'm a sorry project who should've belonged to my late mom and my dad who's now a happily remarried man. I get it. No one wants a project. But this is me swearing that I'd never hurt you, Em. I've learned. I do better for myself these days.” I said, frantically. Emma was rubbing her arm where I grabbed her, a sorry rem
Chase's POV. “It's not good that I'm too close to you, Chase.” Emma cried. Her eyes were already tearing up, and her face wet. Her rosy cheeks were beginning to peek from beneath the light make-up. “Why, Emma?” I asked her, letting my mouth say all the things my heart felt. “Am I so bad?” I asked. “I never said anything like that.” She answered. “So what is it?” I asked, exhausted. “Why do you want to be away from me so bad? Why do you treat me with such a long spoon? You can't deny missing me, Em. I see it in your eyes. What is holding you back?” I dared reach for her trembling hands, and she didn't pull away. It was a good thing. “Chase, I just still find it so hard to process. I'd rather think about things that hurt me, than process the whole thing. The past year has been the most tumultuous part of my life yet. I'm so fucking drained, I just need peace.” She said, “And you think that description doesn't fit me.”I asked, against my better reasoning. I then remi
Chase’s POV“I didn't think you'd be here.” She said,“I could say the same.” I replied to her Emma was the last person I thought who'd want to catch a break from the ceremony.She was at the center of it all, and really did well at her job of role playing a perfect daughter.“It's too much.” She replied with a low voice.“What is?” I asked, clearing my throat. “The atmosphere.” She explained, kicking the grass in her stilettos. Her legs looked like they must've been hurting. “Here.”I gave way for her to sit on her favorite swing. I could never take that away from her. “Thank you.” Emma was being her generic self, the side that she showed everyone else. Shy and contained. But I didn't like that. I liked that Emma I fell for, headlong. “It's nothing to Chase’s POV “I didn't think you'd be here.” She said, “I could say the same.” I replied to her Emma was the last person I thought who'd want to catch a break from the ceremony. She was at the center of it all, and really
Chase's POV I wished I could remain busy throughout the day. A time to rest meant a time to think. I was under the same roof as Emma, like I'd been wanting, but we were yet so far apart. The flowers were an ill thought decision, but I had to do something. Being in the same house with Emma for over three days was beginning to mess with my mental health. “You shouldn't have done that.” I said to myself. If only Emma had kept it a family thing and didn't have that one over, things would have been a lot easier. I intentionally left a note out of the flower delivery, but I knew she recognised the sender, irregardless. Before I knew it,my 5:30 alarm went off, and I had to throw on my tux as fast as I could. It'd be great if my dad and Linda got down to a full audience waiting for them. It was a really big deal for my dad, so big he had made arrangements for his helicopter to pick them both at ten o'clock. Linda was wearing a slick floor length satin dress in emerald green, paired
Emma's POVI decided to see my mom before the dinner. I didn't care if it was right or wrong, but I'd barely seen her all through the day and I was dying to know how she was holding up. Maybe an escape for myself was the other motive, but primarily, I wanted to know how she was doing. “Hey mom.” I said, pushing her door open. It almost felt like it was her wedding all over again. Mark was going all out. And I didn't know why it had to be that big for a guest list of just sixteen people. “This is a lot.” I smiled. “It is.” I saw the woman beneath all the makeup, hair glam, and accessories. She was still just my mom. “Can I have a moment with my daughter please?” She referred to everyone else in the room who wasn't me, and they, by my rough headcount, were about eight. “We can spare only about half an hour.” A kind lady who looked like she was in her thirties said, She had an outrageous makeup done. While it looked good, edgy, classy on her, I hope that wasn't gonna be my
Emma's POV. “You were gonna go in.” He said, looking away. “I was.” I replied, unshifting. He no longer had the courage to stare me down, and I no longer had the will to leave, “MIT looks good on you.” He said. “Thank you.” I smiled, “I could say the same for you.” “I see you've made new friends, well old ones,but you know…” He said. I chuckled within myself. Who'd have known that I could make the bad boy Chase unsure about me? “Yeah, I had no choice.” I murmured. “Uhm, how are you?” I asked, just out of courtesy, I told myself. I thought being brave and bold was gonna make me indestructible by him, but I was beginning to come off as antagonistic, and I didn't like it. Deep down, in the corners of my heart I hoped Kevin would never see, Chase occupied it. I wanted for him to close the distance between us like he'd once done. To treat me like his own. I was getting a little teary, so I dug my freshly manicured nail into my palm, I wasn't gonna cry, I could not.