sixbuxandadrpepper

Chapter 13 Emerson's POV "Emerson, darling, get out of bed. We're moving you into Gerard's place today, remember? It's nearly noon." "Okay. Give me some time." "As you wish, dear." I sighed and tried my best to convince my body to move from its position in my bed. I didn't want to go live with Gerard. He deserved so much better. I didn't want hom to see me like this. I'd been able to put on a happy façade when visiting him in the hospital, but as soon as I returned home, I cracked. If he thought he'd seen me at my worst, he hasn't seen anything yet. I groaned pitifully and drug my body into the bathroom, spending the next few minutes puk

Chapter 12 Gerard’s POV            I gazed up into her big blue eyes. I thought I’d never see her again. Her eyes held the same look as the night we’d been taken from each other. The night we’d both been shot. My hands flew to my stomach. It was wrapped in bandages and it throbbed painfully. Tears welled up in my eyes as I stared at the wrapping. A pair of hands found mine, resting on top of my stomach.            “Gerard,” Em’s voice whispered. “You’re okay.”            “I’m okay.”            “I thought you’d never wake up. They sa

Emerson’s POV            …beep…beep…beep…            Waking up was one of those moments when you think everything is normal and fine, but then things come back in a rush. That awful sinking feeling of despair, knowing everything is not okay.            I blinked slowly and observed my surroundings. I was lying on my back in a hospital bed, in a tiny white room. Each breath I took was agony and pain shot through my stomach with every inhale. My fingers met a rough white bandage that was wrapped tightly around my lower waist, covering the wound that had been induced by my father’s bullet. The events

Gerard’s POV            Sunlight poured into the living room, blinding my tired eyes when I blinked them open. My head was throbbing, and I felt the need to puke. I slapped a hand over my mouth and sprinted to the bathroom where I immediately emptied my insides into the toilet bowl. After two solid minutes of heaving, I sat back and leaned against the wall, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Eck. I suppose I must’ve drunk too much last night. But I’d had fun. Em and I had started drinking together, getting tipsy and dancing all over the place. Then we’d… oh. What had we done after that? I couldn

Emerson’s POV            Something was up with Frank. I needed to talk to him and ask him what was wrong. Nearly three weeks had passed, and he’d been avoiding me the entire time, making one excuse or another. My time was running out to speak to him before they left. Tonight was the big party that Bob had been planning, and people were just beginning to arrive. Oh well, now it was time to have some fun. Gerard’s POV *a few hours later, approximately one a.m.*            The whole room was spinning, the hundreds of sweaty, bathing suit clad bodies wove back and forth to the pounding dance music. Where was I? Oh yeah,

(still Gerard’s POV)            We lay there in silence, watching the early evening sun cast shadows over the things in the room. Time was lost, and we both jumped in surprise at Bob’s voice coming through the door downstairs.            “Dinner, you guys!”            Em grinned and reluctantly pulled away from me. We both located our strewn undergarments, and I pulled on my pants, leaving the shirt. I knew Bob wouldn’t mind. Em put on a pair of cutoffs and a tank top. She had this satisfied smile on her lips, and she kept glancing over at me shyly. I took her hand and we skipped down the stairs to join