-Kelley-
Plopping down on my couch, I sighed out. Grabbing my popcorn bowl, I turned on the tv. I kicked my feet up on the coffee table, and ate some popcorn. Looking around my apartment, I sighed yet again.
"Man I'm bored." I mumbled. Seeing my phone screen light up, I saw a FaceTime request from Alex. Answering it, I smiled at the forward. "Thank god you called, I was bored out of my mind." I said to her, and she smiled.
"What, ESPN not keeping you company?" She asked.
"Hardly. It's all news about Em from her PSG games, which I already know about. But seeing her in interviews and pictures of her from her games, it makes me miss her even more." I told Alex, who nodded.
"I'm sure she misses you too." Alex told me, and I now nodded. Looking back at the tv, I saw Emily's interview was about to start.
"I gotta go Lex, Emily's on."
"Alright, see yah Kel." She said.
"Bye." I replied, ending the FaceTime call. Turning the tv up, I sat up on the couch.
"Bonjour." Emily said to the interviewers, waving at them. I turned on the subtitles, and read 'hello.'
"Comment vos deux premiers jeux ont été revient avec le PSG?" An interviewer asked. How have your first couple of games been back with PSG?
"Bon. J'ai raté l'équipe et la ville." Emily said. Good, I've missed the team and the city.
"Il vous manque des États-Unis?" Are you missing the United States, and interviewer asked.
"Oui, beaucoup." Yes, very much. Emily told them. "Ma famille eat là. Kelley est là." She said. My family is there, Kelley is there. The way she said my name, the l's were short and the e's were sharp.
"Kelley est votre petite amie?" An interviewer asked. Kelley is your girlfriend.
"Oui. Ella est non seulement ma petite amie, mais mon meilleur ami." Yes. But she is not only my girlfriend, but my best friend. Emily said. "Ella est mon tout." She is my everything.
Aw's came from the crowd, as people took pictures and clapped. Emily smiled, brushing a loose strained of her braid behind her ear. It revealed more of her defined scars, but she didn't seem to care.
"Parlez-nous de vos cicatrices. Ils vous dérange?" Tell us about your scars. Do they bother you, an interviewer asked.
"Non. J'ai vécu avec cicatrices émotionnelles pendant des années, quelques unes physiques n'allaient pas me tuer." No. I've lived with emotional scars for years, a few physical ones weren't going to kill me. She said, and I smiled.
"Une dernière interroger, Emily." One final question, Emily. "Avez-vous l'intention de rester avec le Paris Saint Germaine? Sont vous jouer au football avec eux pour quelques années?" An interviewer asked. Do you plan on staying with Paris Saint Germanie? Are you playing soccer with them for a few more years? Emily paused, looking down at the table then out to the crowd.
"Non." No.
Murmurs and gasps spread through out the crowd. Emily's manager came up to the stand, leaning down to one do the microphones.
"Nous avons fini pour aujourd'hui." We're finished for today. He said, and motioned for Emily to fallow him. She stood up from her chair, and walked off the stand. The camera cut off, and I was left to stare at the ESPN logo.
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November twelfth, Emily's last game before she came back on the fifteenth. They were paying some team I've never heard of, but apparently they were tough competition. Currently the girls were walking around the field, signing things for fans and taking pictures with them. The camera was fallowing Emily around, as she was signing a girls jersey. I watched as Emily smiled at the girl, and talked to her.
But then yelling came from the crowd, and someone threw something at Emily. More yelling came, as Emily just moved on to another fan. A hat was thrown at her, as she picked it up and threw it back into the stands. I sighed out, a pout on my face.
Why were they being so mean to her?
Emily walked over to sign another jersey for a fan, as something was thrown from the stands. The camera panned out, as a drink hit Emily on the shoulder. It burst, as a cream brown liquid flew onto Emily's jersey and face. She flinched, trying to shake the liquid off of her. Once I saw the container and took a closer look at the liquid, I realized it was coffee. Someone just threw hot coffee at Emily. She flinched, and apologized to the fan. She ran across the field, and to her bench. Hearing my phone ring, I reached over to grab it.
"Hey." I said, not taking my eyes off of the tv.
"Are you watching?" Tobin's voice filled my ear.
"Yah, I'm watching." I replied.
"Was that-coffee?" She questioned, and I hummed.
"Yah." I mumbled.
"Kel, what the hell is happening?" Tobin questioned. "Alex is practically throwing another tantrum over here."
"They're angry at her, mad. When she was asked if she was staying with PSG, she said no." I told Tobin.
"They can't be mad at her for that." Tobin defended.
"Tobs, she's been playing with them for two years. I think there all going to be a little upset." I said, sighing out.
On the tv, I watched as the med team helped clean Emily up and get her a clean jersey. She had red splotches on her face and shoulder that I realized were burns.
"It pisses me off." I snapped.
"Hey, calm down. Three more days. You have to wait three more days to see her, and then she's all yours." Tobin said, and I groaned.
"Yah, yah I know." I mumbled. The game was starting up as I saw Emily walk over to the referees. "Gotta go Tobs, talk to ya later."
"Alright, see yah Kel." She hung up, as I tossed my phone onto the couch. Grabbing the remote, I turned up the volume.
"-I'm pretty sure it was coffee." One of the announcers said.
"Some people have no respect anymore." The other one said.
"Emily Rush was just signing posters, and had hot coffee thrown at her. It's ludicrous." The first one said.
"Well, let's get this game started."
I saw Emily walk out onto the field, her bulging muscles sticking out from her navy blue jersey. Her tattoos shined against her tan skin, and her abs could be seen through her shirt. Her dark brown hair was back in a long braid, and her white scars stuck out against her dark skin.
"Let's go babe." I mumbled, as I saw her get her bitch face on. She was ready to kick ass.
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The next day I decided to start getting the house ready for when Emily got back. Two more days. She came home the fifteenth. Walking into the kitchen, I started to clean. Grabbing my beats earbuds, I pushed them in my ears. Pressing shuffle on my phone, Bo$$ by Fifth Harmony came on. Tucking my phone in my pocket, I started to dance as I cleaned. Taking out the bad stuff from the fridge, I threw it in the trash. Cleaning off the counters, I then moved back to the living room.
Picking up the small pillows, I laid them back on the couch. Cleaning up the coffee table, I straightened the magazines that either had me or Emily on them.
I cleaned for a few more hours, straightening up the apartment. Making sure things looked good for when Emily came home, I may have cleaned everything twice. Once I got back from the grocery store, I put all the food away. Turning on the tv, I put on the France Germany game. It was suppose to be a good game, since the men's Germany team were recent World Cup champions. I quickly texted Emily, waiting for the game to get started.
K- Hey Em, what are you up too?
She responded a few minutes later.
E- Heading to the square. Wanted to pick up a few things before I came back to the states. I was thinking about going to my favorite café here, Don Revouj. What are you up too?
K- Watching the France Germany game.
E- Ugh, I almost got tickets for that game! I'm really sad I'm not watching it :(
I smiled.
K- I'll keep you posted.
E- Alright, I'll text you later chica. Love you.
K- Love you too.
Setting my phone down, I tuned into the game. A few minutes passed, and I got another text from Emily. A audio was attached to it.
E- I know it's one of your favorite songs. Play it when you have the time. Maybe at half?
Smiling, I knew what song she had sang.
K- You're amazing. I'll definitely listen to it soon.
Turning back to the game, I watched it for awhile. It was a close game, but currently not much was happening. It was getting towards half, so I turned the tv on mute. Putting on the subtitles, I unlocked my phone. Opening Emily's attachment, I turned my volume up all the way. Looking back at the game, I watched as I heard Emily's voice.
"Hello, it's me
I was wondering if after all these years you'd like to meet
To go over everything
They say that time's supposed to heal ya
But I ain't done much healing."
As the game continued, I saw everyone on the field flinch and look at the sky. The continued play, but then they did it again. Turning the volume back on, I let Emily's audio continue to play.
"Something is going on here in Paris. Loud explosion like noises have happened twice, and we're not quite sure what is happening." And then it happened again.
"We can now confirm that the noises were indeed bombs."
My heart sank.
"Three explosions have happened, as the stadium is now being cleared."
"Hello, can you hear me
I'm in California dreaming about who we used to be
When we were younger and free
I've forgotten how it felt before the world fell at our feet
There's such a difference between us
And a million miles."
The station changed to the news, as a voice only came through the tv.
"It has been confirmed, the town square has been hit. Terrorists have been spotted with bombs and guns all over Paris." I felt like I was going to throw up.
"The square has been hit. The small café Don Revouj was the first sight of the attack, and then through out the square."
Now I think I actually was going to throw up.
"The square as been hit."
"Hello from the other side
I must have called a thousand times
To tell you I'm sorry for everything that I've done
But when I call you never seem to be home."
Standing up from the couch, I grabbed the bottom of the coffee table. Flipping it over, I screamed. Throwing things across the apartment, I ran to the kitchen. Throwing pots and pans, I slammed one against the counter top. I flipped things over and broke glasses. Still hearing Emily's voice, I just grew more frustrated. I picked up a glass, and threw it at the tv. It shattered against the screen, and cracked the tv. Turning around, I punched the wall. My hand went straight through the dry wall, as I hit it again. Grabbing a pan that was laying on the ground, I slammed it into the wall. Yanking it out, I continued to hit the wall.
"Hello from the outside
At least I can say that I've tried
To tell you I'm sorry for breaking your heart
But it don't matter it clearly doesn't tear you apart anymore."
I screamed again, as I felt the hot tears fall down my cheeks. Kicking the walls, I screamed more. Feeling my throat go raw, I picked up the flipped coffee table. Throwing it across the room, it broke against the wall. The tv was still blaring the news about the bombings. How the square was hit, how it started in a small café.
Emily's favorite café.
She was going there. She wanted to visit it. What happened to her? I knew where she was, but I didn't know if she was okay. I didn't know if she was hurt, or if she never even made it to the square. I didn't know if she was alive or-or dead. I didn't know.
"Hello, how are you
It's so typical of me to talk about myself I'm sorry
I hope that you're well
Did you ever make it out of that town where nothing ever happened
It's no secret that the both of us
Are running out of time."
Screaming again, I started to pant. Taking deep breaths, I felt the air rush from my lungs. I couldn't breath, I couldn't think. I couldn't do it, I just couldn't. I didn't want to do it anymore.
"What's happening to her!" I screamed out, as my voice cracked.
"So hello from the other side
I must have called a thousand times
To tell you I'm sorry for everything that I've done
But when I call you never seem to be home
Hello from the outside
At least I can say that I've tried
To tell you I'm sorry for breaking your heart
But it don't matter it clearly doesn't tear you apart anymore."
Then I just screamed. I screamed until I needed air, and even when I did I still didn't stop. I screamed until my throat bled and I had to spit it up onto the floor. I screamed until it wasn't even a scream, it was just noise. I cried until I couldn't see. I cried until it burned, and even when it did burn I didn't stop. I didn't think I would ever stop crying until I saw her. She needed to be okay, she needed to. If she wasn't okay, I couldn't do it anymore. I loved her, and I couldn't lose her.
"Hello from the other side
I must have called a thousand times
To tell you I'm sorry for everything that I've done
But when I call you never seem to be home."
Grabbing my phone, I looked at my screen. I saw my lock screen that was of me and Emily. She was wearing a sports bra and spandex's, aviators pushed up to her nose. She was kissing my cheek, as I smiled like crazy. Screaming again, I hit my phone against the wall.
"Hello from the outside."
I banged my phone against the wall, hearing a crack. Screaming louder, I hit my phone again.
"At least I can say that I've tried."
I screamed and screamed.
"To tell you I'm sorry for breaking your-" Throwing my phone across the room, it broke against the wall.
Emily's voice cut out, as the tv still blared random voices. Standing up, I picked up the top of the broken coffee table. Screaming again, I threw the coffee top table at the tv. Hearing the screen shatter, the tv fell off of its stand. Silence filled my apartment, until I screamed.
I screamed. I just screamed because I didn't know what else to do. I couldn't breath, I couldn't think. I couldn't do it. I didn't know what to do. So I screamed.
I just screamed.