The Quiet One {Okieriete Onaodowan}

5: One More Hour

Emilia's POV

Oak and I left my house and got in his car. I sank to the right into the leather seat I decide to go with a blue yarn dress that was fitted and stopped above my knees and went with some black boots. He started the car and I could help but think about what he said to me. I couldn't help but smile to myself. This man makes me feel so helpless and I can't help it.

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In 10 minutes we pull up with the bar he was talking about on the way here. Before I could open the door he opened it for me.

"Why thank you, kind sir," I said in a horrible posh accent.

"Your very welcome madame," he said bowing and in the same accent. He looked and we couldn't help but laugh at how ridicules we looked. When I got out he instantly grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers. I was blushing like crazy. If only he knew what he was doing to me.

We get in and order our drinks and found a place to sit.

After four acts Oak excused himself.

"Don't be gone forever," I said and he smiled as he walked off. 2 minutes pass and I hear my name get called. Dammit. I turned and saw Oak behind one.

"Go go up there," he said moving his hand up towards the stage.

"So you want me to embarrass myself," I said and scoffed. (If you know you know).

I look and everyone is clapping and looking at me.

"Fine but you owe me dinner," I said getting up.

"Fine by me," he said sitting down.

I walked up and stepped on stage. I fiddled with the Mic and glanced down in the crowd and saw Oak give a thumbs up. I exhale and start.

"Why me?

Is the question I asked

When threaten to be killed

At age 11

You point your guns and aim at me

Just 'cause of my skin

You say "I'll get

you, you mixed

Freak"

It changed

My life

To hear those words

Slip from your mouth

There was a

Sound BANG

You pulled the

Trigger

Yes one sentence

Killed me

At age 11" (they have the same mom and different dads)

As soon as I finished they started clapping Oak was in the back standing and clapping along. I smiled and walked off. People gave me hugs and telling me they loved my poem. I said my thank you's and made my way over to Oak, who stood with his arms open. I reluctantly gave him a hug and I felt him rest his head on mine.

"That was wonderful," he said into my hair.

"Thank you," I said smiling.

"Now let's go get you some dinner," he said pulling back and guiding me out by the hand.

We got in his car and he drove to a restaurant. We went in and got a table. We sat and ordered our drinks and what we wanted. Soon the waiter left.