Once a cheater, always a cheater

23. Not your fault

Hello lovelies,
This is more of a filler chapter, and it's also not the best, but I promise: the next chapter will be A LOT better! And there will be A LOT drama then!

Also I'm wayyyy to tired to edit, so please don't mind the typos, I don't know if I'm gonna edit it tomorrow, but I'll see.

Have fun reading
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Emma's POV:

I slowly open my eyes, the room is full of sunlight. My head hurts so fucking bad, as if someone pulled all my hair out.
Where am I? Why am I laying on the ground? Am I in my room? Wtf?
It then all hits me again.

I slowly stand up but immediately fall back on the ground, what the fuck? What's happening to me? I try to stand again, but immediately fall back. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THESE STUPID LEGS!!

Instead of making the mistake of trying to stand again I craw instead.
First slowly then a bit faster, towards the door. I pull myself up and hold on the doorknob. I slowly try to stand, this time my legs support me and I let out a beaming smile, which immediately disappears again, as I realise my door is locked on the outside. I try to open it, pull it as hard as I can, kick it, hit it, but it doesn't spring an inch. I keep on kicking and hitting the door as a tear leaves my eye.

I finally let myself fall down on the cold ground.
Where's my phone?
I crazily look around, searching for my phone. I then spot it on the ground almost under my bed and I quickly crawl towards it and try to open it, FUCK! It's empty!! THAT STUPID PHONE!
Charger? Do I have a charger here?
I scan around the room again and thinking if I left a charger in this room.

Maybe in a drawer? I quickly stand up and start opening every drawer in this room I can find. Please, let there be a charger! Please!!
I open the last drawer in the room.
Please, you're my last hope!

YES!

I quickly grab it and run back to my phone to plug it in when I hear a knock on the door. NOT NOW!
I hear the door slowly open en I turn my head towards it seeing my brother enter the room.

I see something in his eyes, regret? I can't tell.
He closes the door behind him and looks at me, I look straight in his eyes, they are brown just like my mothers, I'm the only one from the three of us with the blue eyes from my father.

"Emma" he begins, tears start to well up in his eyes and I want to hug him, but I don't, I stay where I am right now.

"What's up, Stan?" I say as normal and calm as possible, I'm not mad at him and I don't want him to see my tears, he doesn't have to know, I don't want him to know.

"Please don't talk like that?" He says just loud enough so I can hear
"Talk like what?" I ask him, he knows... he knows what father did to me.

"Don't talk like I don't know it"

"Don't know what" I know that he knows, but I don't want him to know (that made no sense)

"What dad did to you" a tear falls down his cheek

"Dad didn't do anything, I-" I begin but Stan cuts me off. "Don't lie, Emma, I know what he did!" I see frustration and regret on his face "it's all my fault! I told you you could come and-"

"It's not your fault!" I cut him off and he immediately looks at me "It was my choice to come! I could also just not come! So don't say that it's your fault! Cuz it's not!"

"B-but"
"No buts!" I interrupt him again as I slowly walk towards him, when I'm right in front of him I wrap my arms around him in a hug. For a minute he hesitates but then he hugs me back.