Mr. Moneybags | jb

Chapter 12 - Farewell

The next morning when I woke up Justin was still fast asleep. I got up, enjoyed a nice shower and dressed myself in my own clothes this time. When I was done he was still sleeping, so I went over to the living room to clear up the mess I made last night. I picked up the pieces and threw them away. Later I was gonna make a trip to the mall to get a new frame. Eventually I sat on the sofa with the photo and shed a couple of silent tears.

"Sorry mum for calling you a 'selfish bitch'! I love you!" I said to the photo in a quiet voice. Then I kissed her image and held the photo close to my chest hugging it.

Justin's point of view:

When I woke up I found Emma not to be in bed next to me anymore. I heard the shower and just lay there for a while. What happened to the poor girl? She obviously lost a family member or something for throwing the frame against the wall like that last night, but the way she hurt - it pained me to see just how badly it affected her. Emma broke down in my arms - literally! She struggled to breathe, her crying was barely audible that's how much she hurt. Now, that poor girl has nobody to talk to over here. Why won't she tell the girls? I get that she may not like talking about it, but there must be a way of explaining the most important facts in a few words so they understood. They didn't have to know everything, but it would surely help Emma to open up.

How come I find myself here? Why am I the person she breaks down in front of? Fine, she wasn't pleased to see me yesterday - like always... I really don't know what her problem is, though. Still, I mean why tell me and not someone she trusts? I'm obviously the last person she wants to share these things with as much as it hurts to admit that.

The problem is the more she rejects me and fights me, the more I like her. Dammit! I need to get up. I'm here to see my family, not some girl. What am I even doing here?

When I walked into the living room I found Emma sitting on the sofa. What's she up to?

"Sorry mum for calling you a 'selfish bitch'! I love you!" She mumbles. I try my best not to chuckle. Good to see she hates on other people besides me. Then she hugs the picture to her chest tightly, like that was gonna make things better. Damn, she is crying again. I need to take her mind of things! Quietly I made my way back to the bedroom. Then I exited it again yawning. "Good morning!"

Emma quickly turned around and wiped away her tears. I chose not to comment on this as she obviously wouldn't want me to know she just cried.

Emma's point of view:

"Morning!" I greeted Justin who strolled casually into the living room. I put down the picture and got up to go make some coffee. He followed me into the kitchen. Hopefully he didn't notice me crying before.

"Coffee?" I offered.

"Yes please." I handed him a cup and offered him sugar or milk, but he declined. So I moved on to make myself a cup and added my usual tea spoon of milk and sugar. After that Mr. Moneybags decided to take a shower and I made breakfast.

"You sure you'll be okay?"

"Yes. Thanks for staying with me yesterday. I'll be fine. Today is a new day." I smiled at him. "I'm gonna do some packing, grab a new frame at the mall and I'll meet the girls for dinner." He nodded. Please don't treat me like a fragile piece of glass from now on!

"Okay. If you need anything you can always call me, you know?" He offered.

"Thanks, I appreciate it." I smiled. "Can I ask a favor?" I looked up at him insecurely.