Vacant Chapter 13 Forgive

So far Ive cleaned the bathroom, the oven, the refrigerator and vacuumed twice. Its after nine and Emily still hasnt shown up. Im offset to think that her things are simply a mirage, or maybe she plainly didnt want to carry a lot of junk with her.Maybe shes staying with one of her school friends, and she didnt need her hygiene stuff. Maybe my earlier notion astir(predicate) what she would need to do for money wasnt that far off the mark. Maybe shes out doing something d passionous, or worsened yet, something has already happened to her. Theres no one but me to go shes missing. How retentive do I have to keep back before I turn her in as a missing person? I make do she has to be missing for at least twenty-four hours, but maybe shes already been gone for a couple daylights. Oh, God what if shes hurt and lying somewhere. Maybe she nevertheless has minutes left and I cant fetch to her in timeOw I hit my head on the bottom shelf of the linen closet, alter the dried and cake d shampoo from the floor when the sound of the door closing startles me.Emily? I hope its her. If its not, Im going to phone the cops and lie and tell them shes been missing for days. I hear the slapping of tennis shoes against the linoleum, then a hunker down on the carpet. I turn and look down the hall to see a brown- bulled saucer face down on the floor.Emily? Are you okay? I almost almost laugh when she looks up at me with her hair tangled in her face.Ethan, its you Its unfeignedly you She scrambles the rest of the way to me on her knees, spitting her hair out of her mouth and hugging me tighter than I can ever remember. Her smile is brighter than a sunny day at the equator. We settle on the couch, still holding on to each early(a). I cant seem to allow go. I never want to let go.Where have you been? There doesnt seem to be any anger in her tone. How could she NOT be angry with me?Im ashamed at my answer. I drove. I didnt really go anywhere. I was just running away(p), Emily. I hang my head, embarrassed that I dont even have a good reason for leaving her.I know it wont make any difference now because you be similar hate me, but I love you too, Emily. I have sinceforever, and Im sorry I waited so long to tell you. I should have said it to you a week ago instead of running away like the coward I am. But, I cant hold back any longer without you knowing how I expression near you. Ive never been in love before, but Im more or less accepted this is what it feels like. I cant think close anything else but you how you laugh, the way you comb your hair, the way you smell right after the shower GodSomething moolah my rambling, something soft, warm and moist. Emilys lips are on mine and her arms are wrapped around my neck. Shes kissing me, and I dont ever want her to stop.Her mouth on mine is awesome And I think about other things I want her to do with her mouth.While there are a hundred synonyms for how kissing Emily feels, the only thing in my head the at the moment is woo-hoo. If I really think about what is truly happening, Ill make her stop. This is wrong not the kissing part, but the part where shes willing to forgive all my sins and just take me back without a second thought. Now that Im thinking about itDamn it Now Im mad. I pull away while her lips linger. Emily, I sigh, not really knowing where to start. We have to talk about this, I motion between us. She nods begrudgingly. Its written all over her face she thinks Im going to reject her again.Look, I pull her chin up so her eyes meet mine, nothing will change my feelings for you. They havent changed in the last few years, and they wont change in the next few, either. What I have to know, though, is how you are feeling.She starts shaking her head, apprisal me not to worry, but thats precisely the problem. She should be angry with me.Emily, you should be garbled with me. Yell, scream, hit anything to let me know how you feel Im almost shouting near the end of my d eclaration. I pull back and get myself in check before I completely lose it.Relieved.What? Its a stupid question because I hear perfectly well what she said. Its a stall tactic on my part.Im relieved, Ethan.Why arent you-Do you know how umteen people there have been in my life who I cared about or who cared about me?Im pretty sure I know the answer. Im hoping its two, but know for sure its one her mother but Im ceaselessly careful not to bring up LouAnne. I just squeeze her hand, which Im still holding onto like the piece of wood Leonardo DiCaprio was holding onto after his exit from the Titanic.Two, Ethan. Two.Now Im relieved.And one of them cant ever postdate back, but you did. You came back and I dont care where you went or what you did. You are here now, safe.The tremble in her verbalise as she says, what you did, tells me shes a little scared of what or who I might have done, so I hope Im about to put her fears to rest.I just drove and slept in my car. I ate a few times , but honestly, Emily, the only thing I did was think about you and how much you mean to me. I was an asshole for leaving you. I didnt take your safety or well-being into account and for that, Im sorry. You should be upset with me.I was scared, Ethan. At first, I thought maybe you were just blowing off some steam, off count on out a way to tell me to leave, but when you didnt come home that first night or the next morning, I started to get worried. Then Margie came by and said you hadnt shown up for work.So, this is how Margie knows about Emily.I wasnt really sure how much she knew, but I could tell she was surprised to find me here. She was so nice though. I told her how highly you speak of her and how much we appreciated the deal she and her husband gave on the car. Then I unconnected myself for a little bit and told her about you surprising me and taking me to graduation. Emily pauses and smiles, then looks down as if shes a little embarrassed.It was nice to have a woman to tal k to again. It reminded me a little of my mom.Emily continues to tell me about Margie coming to the house. She said she cried for a little bit because she didnt know what to do, that shed been relying on me for so long. She didnt know what she would do if I didnt come home. She also tells me how Margie asked her about a job and what she liked to do. It seems they went to the public library and Emily use for a position. She can work there part-time and still go to school. Apparently, she works until closing and thats why she came home so late. Margie also got her a bus pass and rode with her the first time to make sure it was safe.There isnt a bouquet of flowers big enough for Margie right now.