Impavid {l.h.}

Chapter 10

~Emily

I slowly roll over in my bed, wondering why I woke up. I look at the clock next to my bed. 4.00 am. God damn, why am I awake.

Suddenly a soft ticking noice gets my attention, and fear starts to spread across my stomach. I realise that it's coming from my window. I look around my room. The only weapon I can find is my clock, so I grab it and get out of bed. I run to the wall and press my back against it, that way no demon can come from behind and kill me, because yes, I'm scared of that. When I finally reach my window, I gather all my curage and pull my curtains aside. I drop my clock and feel anger growing inside me.

Underneath my window is Luke, with a wide grin on his face. He has something in his hands. I look closer and see little stones. I open my window. ''Are you crazy?!'' I scream-whisper. ''You could've broken my window!'' He doesn't stop smiling and eventually I understand what he's doing. ''Is this suppose to be another 'romantic' gesture, because honestly it's getting a bit much, Luke.'' He bursts into laughter. ''Yes this is a romantic gesture, sweetie. I think that every other girl in the world would marry me, just because I woke you up like this.'' ''Then they're stupid.''

''My god, just come down here, please.'' I shake my head and smile. He's an idiot. But a sweet idiot. ''Fine.'' I turn around, but before I walk away I hear Luke calling again. ''What did you say?'' ''Sweetheart, maybe you should put on some pants...'' ''O my-'' I look down and realise that I'm wearing nothing but my oversized t-shirt and thong. Why does this always happen to me...

''Good idea, smartpants.'' I pull my t-shirt down and walk away from the window. I try to be as quiet as possible because if one of my parents wakes up, I'm screwed. I grab my jacket and sweatpants and get outside. Luke waits for me, one hand in his pocket the other one leaning on a beautifull car.

''Who's that beauty?'' I ask as I reach him. ''Hello to you too,'' he grins. ''This is our road trip friend. She'll be carrying you across England." I frown and let out a little snort. "She?" Luke rolls his eyes. "Yes she. Her name is Betty, and she's a classic. You better accept her." He winks and I can literatly feel my heart melt. I cough and nod. "Okay, great. Eh," I give 'Betty' a little pet. "Hi... Betty."

Luke laughs. "I'm just messing with you. Betty is my name for the car, but that's because I'm a cliché guy, and what kind of a cliché guy doesn't name his car, am I right?" "I suppose so." I laugh with him. "So what time are we leaving tomorrow?" I eventually ask.

"What about... 10? You can get a bit of sleep and we will still have the whole day to do whatever we like." Luke says, smiling like a 5 year old. I slowly nod, and look over my shoulder, suddeny wondering how I was going to escape. "Maybe you should climb into my room... If my parents find out I'm leaving, they'll kill me. I'm not even kidding." "Then why don't you just climb out of your room? Why do you need me there?" Luke imidiatly answers.

"Do you really think, that a girl like me," I pause to flex my non-existing muscles. "Can climb down that bush with a bag full of fabulous clothes?" "No..." I spread my arms in a sort of 'tadaaa' gesture and grin. "Told you."

"Okay, fine. I'll be here at 10. Be ready, though, I don't like to wait." I wave him off. "Pff, I'm always on time. Don't worry." "Okay, I won't. But-" "Emily! Is that you? What on earth are you doing outside, get back into the house, NOW!" I can feel every bone in my body turn to stone as I hear my dad's voice. "Shit. Shit shit shit." I mumble, looking up at Luke. "I have to go. Hope I'll see you at 10, okay?" "Yeah! Good luck, em." I'm already half way to the door, as I turn around and smile at Luke. "Thanks."

As soon as I reach the door it is pulled open by my dad. "What in devils name are you doing young lady?" "I was-" "Yeah, I know what you where doing. Now... I think you're in need of a punishment." His angry expression slowly turns into a creepy one and I know exactly wat he means. "No. Really, dad, you don't have to do this. I learned my lesson. No, no, no."

But he grabs my arm and pulls me into the living room. He throws me on the sofa and while he walks towards me he slips out of his pyjama. "It's been a long time baby." And I can feel my face getting wet with the silent tears as he comes closer.
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As I'm lying there on the sofa, crying, covered by a duvet, I start to wonder. What if... What if I ended it, for once and for all. Would it really be that bad? I mean... how many people would miss me? Dafne, maybe? Luke? But they'd get over it eventually. So why not be selfish for once, hmm? Why not think about nobody else but myself...

I get up, wrapping the duvet around me, and walk to my room. I put on the only dress I own. A long, dark red, gown. I grab a piece of paper and start writing. I don't even bother to think about who might read it, because I know who will. Luke.

I put the paper on the floor, where he'll find it as soon as he enters my room. I grab a rose from my desk, where a bouqet is standing. If I'm going, I at least want to go in style. And so, I break of the end of the rose and put the flower in my hair.

As I get into my car I take a deep breath. This time it'll work. This time I don't have somebody who can stop me like Dafne did last time. I'll be gone. Carried with the sea.

And then I start to drive. I try not to think, just about nothing but the road in front of me. I take my last turn and come to a stop in front of the cliff. I get out of the car and step for step I walk to the edge. Every second, just a little bit closer. When I finally reach it, I stare down at the water, licking the rocks. I look up and the view amazes me, like every other time I'd come here. Luke an I had been here before. We had a bottle of vodka and got a little wasted. It's a miracle that we survived, since we were drunk of our asses on top of a cliff. I shake my head and laugh. I hope he'll remember that kind of things. Not the letter.

I look down once again and take another deep breath. Okay. There we go. Just one more, tiny step and it'll all be over.

"Emily!"