Next to me
Chapter 7
Dylans POV
I opened Emily's car door and we walked to the beach. I glanced at her one or two times, but she was busy taking notice of all the teenage girls standing around.
"What are you looking at?" I asked after a few minutes.
"They all like you," she said grinning. "Everyone of them glares at me and the stared at you in complete awe."
I'd noticed that a few boys had been giving me dirty looks, too. All of them jealous that I was here with Emily.
We sat down on the sand. There was a few seconds of silence as I tried to work up the nerve to ask her something that had been bugging me since I first met her.
"Are you okay?" she mumbled after a little while.
I'd completely forgotten she was sitting there. I sighed.
"I'm going to ask you something and you have to promise not to scream at me or have a melt down or something, okay?" She nodded. I sighed and looked into her sparkling chocolate brown eyes.
"What's....wrong with you? That thing you do. You did it that very first day we met. You promised you'd tell me and you never have. It's been four years Emily. It's hard for me. I don't know what's wrong with you or how to help.Please tell me," I said quickly.
She did that quick gasp/scream/wince thing she always did at the start of her "melt downs."
"That's the thing I'm on about," I mumbled.
"Long-" she gasped "-story."
"I've got time," I said, smiling slightly. I put my arm over her shoulder.
She looked me in the eye and calmed down.
"When I was eleven," she began. "This boy who I - and this will sound ridiculous, but bear with me - was in love with asked me out. His name was Aidan. You must think I'm crazy, being in love at eleven, but there is no other way to describe it. This wasn't just one of those crushes that little kids have - it was different. We were inseperable. I liked to think he loved me just as much as I loved him, but I doubted it was true. He was my best friend. Jake was my best friend, too, of course, but Aidan was more important to me. Aidan - and Jake, but the story's about Aidan - was there for me when Dad died. He helped me through the pain. He was something special. Then, when I turned fourteen, he changed. He treated me differently. He treated me like a sister - the kind of sister you can't stand - instead of a girlfriend. He made me feel unwanted, and I felt down because of it. After about four months of this, he went back to treating me like a princess and made me fall even more in love with him. Two months later he broke up with me. My whole world turned desolate. I didn't have a purpose anymore. The nightmare's started. He is the reason I do those weird gasp things. He is the cause of a lot of my pain. I can't fall in love with anyone ever again. It's too risky. If I ever went through that again....I don't think I would live. You have no idea how much I suffered....until you turned up. You help me through this torture.....somehow."
Torture. Desolate. No purpose. Nightmares. Pain.....
It was causing me pain just thinking about it. How could anyone do that to Emily? Why would you want to? Emily was the most beautiful, sweetest person I knew. That I will ever know.
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Next chapter is a follow up to this one.
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