emo prep arranged marrage 24

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Chapter 24

In Emilee's P.O.V.

My eyes were glued to the T.V., for they were talking about Dayton. Saying things that I didn't want to believe. Wouldn't

believe. Couldn't believe. Shoutldn't Believe.

I was about to cry, when the doorbell rang. I hopped with all my heart, that it was Dayton! I ran to the door. I opened it, and saw....

Jerry. He used to be a friend of my dads and he is a police officer. My heart clenched.

"Jerry...? What happened?" I asked, tear almost coming to my eyes because I knew what had happened.

"We couldn't locate his mom, so we came to you." I closed my eyes, wanting and not wanting to hear what had happened.

"Emilee, Dayton died." My world came down. I felt like I could die, right along with him. Tears came out of my eyes.

"When?" I asked.

"At eleven fifty five. He had a terrible car accident. Deer. They rushed him to the hospital, and he got there at about twelve,

the time you got out."

I sobbed as I realised that that man was Dayton I saw at the hospital.

Dayton was dead.

Dead.

Dead.

Dead.

Dead as a doornail.

I would never see him alive again. Ever.

A tear came into my eyes as I said that,

Jerry looked at me. "Ma'am, er, Emilee? Are you okay?" I could faintly hear him, but I shook my head no, hoping

he would think that I mean no, I didnn't need any help.

Dayton.

Dead.

Adorable.

Young.

To sweet.

Orange was his favorite color.

Not a pain in the ass.

"Emilee? Did you hear me? Are you sure you're okay? I'm going to call your mother."

"No!" I yelled, and ran over to him, way to fast, almost making me dizzy. I grabbed the counter for support. "And,

no, I didn't hear you. Tell."

"Do you know how to get ahold of Dayton's mother? She needs to find out." Jerry asked, holding his hat to his chest.

"Yeah, I do. I'll call, er, go over there, or somethin'." I liked Jerry, but right now, I needed him out of this house! "Jerry,

um... I'm going to go try to call Day's mother, ok?" He looked down, probably sorry for disturbing me.

"Kay. Take care of yourself." And with that, he put his hat back on, and walked out the door. I shut it, making sure it

didn't slam, and walked over ot the couch. Soon as I got there, I fell onto the hard wood floor. The news had been right. Dayton

was dead.

I started to sob, because of Dayton. Because of his life and mine. Because he wouldn't be able to finish his life, and

maybe I would be able to finish mine.

"Dayton!" I yelled. "Oh, God, Dayton!" I put my head on the couch, while still crying, and before I knew it, I was asleep.

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I woke up, smelling bacon. Yum! And eggs, along with sausage links! Even more yummy! I smiled as I heard my

stomache growl. "Oh, shut up!" I told it. "You'll be able to eat in a second!"

I walked down the stairs, and into the kitchen, humming Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana. Kurt Cobane! Oh yeah!

I sat down on a stool by the island in the kitchen. Mom sat the plate of bacon, sausage, and the plate of cheesy

scrambled eggs down in front of me. She smiled at me sadly, and sat down next to me. "Hunny.... I know you don't want

to talk about this, and neither do I, but we have to."

Um... Awkward??? "Well, what do you want to talk about mom?" I said, after she didn't go on.

"Well, Dayton's mom will be to drunk to plan the f- You know, and so we are going to have to."

I froze. That wasn't a dream?! "Plan what, mom?" I asked, hoping she wouldn't say 'the funeral.' I picked up my

glass of milk and took a drink.

"The funeral, hunny." I heard a glass drop. I looked down, and there was milk everywhere, along with glass. It

was my glass that had dropped. "Oh, no! Emilee! That was grandma Irene's cup! God damn it!" Then she looked at me.

"I'm sorry I yelled."

"Mom!" I yelled, absoloutly appauled. "Give her some slack! Give me some slack!"

"Who?!" mom asked, and I shook my head.

"Dayton's mother! Who else?! Do you even know why she is the way she is?! Because he son died, mom! She

can't help it! She is in pain! And she dosn't know if she wants to blame it on Dayton!"

"My son died! And I know who to blame it on! I'm not that way!" My jaw dropped.

"Then who is to blame then, mom? Who?!" Her next words shocked me.

"YOU!" Then she ran out of the room, crying. I got a peice of paper, and wrote down:

Dayton.

Dead.

Adorable

Young.

To sweet.

Orange was his favorite color.

Not a pain in the butt.

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