We've Learned To Live Past The Mistakes
Chapter Two
She doesn't remember? That makes sense. How do I explained this to her? Okay, I'll start from the beginning.
FLASHBACK
It was a sunny day in Doncaster, and I was 8 years old. A moving truck pulled into the driveway next door. A mother stepped out, holding a child's hand, who was about 6 or 7. Are these our new neighbors? I hope so.
FOWARD IN TIME: Emma-9 Louis-12
I was now best friends with the girl next door. Her name was Emma Baker. Her dad's name was Frank and her mum's name was Rochelle. She was a vey nice girl.
FOWARD IN TIME: Emma-11 Louis-14
We were playing soccer and she fell down. I asked her if she was okay. She got back up and said she was. I was starting to really like her a lot.
FOWARD IN TIME: Emma-13 Louis-16
I saw a black van outside Emma's house. I didn't think it was of any significance. So I went inside my house because my mum was calling me. When I went back out the van wasnt there anymore. So I told my mum and she said it was probably nothing.
The next day I was out in my yard, practicing soccer, when Emma came stummbling down the sidewalk towards her house. Her family's car wasn't there. Wait, the black van, Emma stumbling? Maybe she was kidnapped?
"Emma what happened?" I asked.
"I tripped and fell Louis," she said, her voice cracking on the last word.
When her voice cracks, I know she is lying. She then tried to walk over to me, but she tripped and fell. I picked her up bridal style, and carried her to my room. Thank goodness no one was home.
"Emma, what really happened?" I pressed on, my voice firm, but still gentle enough to let her know I cared.
"I-I was r-r-raped," she said and she started sobbing uncontrollably.
"By who?" I asked.
"I think his name was Tom Parker," she replied.
I take her into the bathroom and ask her if she can shower by herself without falling.
"I don't think so," she said.
She was still in my arms. I stood up and slowly put her down. I watched as she struggled to stay standing, and when she fell, I caught her before she hit the ground. Okay, this is going to be hard. She could barely stand.
So I went and layed her down on my bed, and turned the water on in the bathtub. I let it run, making sure it wasn't too hot, nor too cold. I went back into my room and picked her up again, bringing her to the bathroom once more and setting her down in the bathtub. She let out a sigh of relief.
I helped her wash her hair, gentlely massaging my fingers through her hair, making sure it was clean. I then rinsed the soap out, and helped her wash the rest of her body.
I got her out of the bathtub, and dryed her off, careful not to hurt her. I cleaned her injuries and I examined her ankle. It wasn't broken, but it was sprained. I got her dressed and made sure she was comfortable before laying her down on my bed.
I asked her if she was hungry and she said no. I asked if she was thirsty and once again the answer was no. Her voice cracked a little, so I went downstairs and grabbed a water bottle. I went back upstairs, opened the water bottle and gave it to her. She just gave it back to me said no thank you. Her voice cracked again. So I grabbed her tiny wrists in one of my hands, pinned them above her head, and sat her up a little. My grip wasn't tight, but it was enough.
"Drink," I commanded, my voice stern, but still with kindness, as I brought the bottle to her lips.
She drank one small sip. Even thought it wasn't a lot, I was still satisfied. I set the bottle down, layed her back down, and released her wrists. I closed the water and set it on the bedside table.
I put the blanket over her and walked towards the door. I reached it when I heard a feeble voice saying,
"Don't go Louis, stay and cuddle please?"
So I went back over to the bed and got in. I embraced Emma in a hug and I instantly felt her become less tense. It was if she melted into my touch. We fell asleep like this, and it was one of te best days of my life.
I woke up and Emma wasn't there. I went over to her house and I heard her screaming. I tried to help by my mum wouldn't let me go over. I later found out that she was in a coma and awoke a few days previous. The most hurtful though, was that she suffered from Amnesia. Her father told me to stay out of her life. I tried to object but they moved the next day.
I searched for her for the rest of my life, even when I was dating others. But then I ran into her at the airport and our story began.
FLASHBACK
It was a sunny day in Doncaster, and I was 8 years old. A moving truck pulled into the driveway next door. A mother stepped out, holding a child's hand, who was about 6 or 7. Are these our new neighbors? I hope so.
FOWARD IN TIME: Emma-9 Louis-12
I was now best friends with the girl next door. Her name was Emma Baker. Her dad's name was Frank and her mum's name was Rochelle. She was a vey nice girl.
FOWARD IN TIME: Emma-11 Louis-14
We were playing soccer and she fell down. I asked her if she was okay. She got back up and said she was. I was starting to really like her a lot.
FOWARD IN TIME: Emma-13 Louis-16
I saw a black van outside Emma's house. I didn't think it was of any significance. So I went inside my house because my mum was calling me. When I went back out the van wasnt there anymore. So I told my mum and she said it was probably nothing.
The next day I was out in my yard, practicing soccer, when Emma came stummbling down the sidewalk towards her house. Her family's car wasn't there. Wait, the black van, Emma stumbling? Maybe she was kidnapped?
"Emma what happened?" I asked.
"I tripped and fell Louis," she said, her voice cracking on the last word.
When her voice cracks, I know she is lying. She then tried to walk over to me, but she tripped and fell. I picked her up bridal style, and carried her to my room. Thank goodness no one was home.
"Emma, what really happened?" I pressed on, my voice firm, but still gentle enough to let her know I cared.
"I-I was r-r-raped," she said and she started sobbing uncontrollably.
"By who?" I asked.
"I think his name was Tom Parker," she replied.
I take her into the bathroom and ask her if she can shower by herself without falling.
"I don't think so," she said.
She was still in my arms. I stood up and slowly put her down. I watched as she struggled to stay standing, and when she fell, I caught her before she hit the ground. Okay, this is going to be hard. She could barely stand.
So I went and layed her down on my bed, and turned the water on in the bathtub. I let it run, making sure it wasn't too hot, nor too cold. I went back into my room and picked her up again, bringing her to the bathroom once more and setting her down in the bathtub. She let out a sigh of relief.
I helped her wash her hair, gentlely massaging my fingers through her hair, making sure it was clean. I then rinsed the soap out, and helped her wash the rest of her body.
I got her out of the bathtub, and dryed her off, careful not to hurt her. I cleaned her injuries and I examined her ankle. It wasn't broken, but it was sprained. I got her dressed and made sure she was comfortable before laying her down on my bed.
I asked her if she was hungry and she said no. I asked if she was thirsty and once again the answer was no. Her voice cracked a little, so I went downstairs and grabbed a water bottle. I went back upstairs, opened the water bottle and gave it to her. She just gave it back to me said no thank you. Her voice cracked again. So I grabbed her tiny wrists in one of my hands, pinned them above her head, and sat her up a little. My grip wasn't tight, but it was enough.
"Drink," I commanded, my voice stern, but still with kindness, as I brought the bottle to her lips.
She drank one small sip. Even thought it wasn't a lot, I was still satisfied. I set the bottle down, layed her back down, and released her wrists. I closed the water and set it on the bedside table.
I put the blanket over her and walked towards the door. I reached it when I heard a feeble voice saying,
"Don't go Louis, stay and cuddle please?"
So I went back over to the bed and got in. I embraced Emma in a hug and I instantly felt her become less tense. It was if she melted into my touch. We fell asleep like this, and it was one of te best days of my life.
I woke up and Emma wasn't there. I went over to her house and I heard her screaming. I tried to help by my mum wouldn't let me go over. I later found out that she was in a coma and awoke a few days previous. The most hurtful though, was that she suffered from Amnesia. Her father told me to stay out of her life. I tried to object but they moved the next day.
I searched for her for the rest of my life, even when I was dating others. But then I ran into her at the airport and our story began.
Notes
Hey guys, I have to start school tomorrow. Yippee! Note the sarcasm. I can still update everyday though! Yay! The pjs that she is supposed to be wearing are the blue ones.This took me an hour to write because my cat kept licking my ankle and he was just being a Frumple Dumple Kins. Hope you like it so far! Comment!
-Heather
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@hstallings
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3/14/14