He shakes his head, “Nothing.” I roll my eyes, “You really think I’m that stupid?” Emit stopped laughing, “No I was laughing at the fact that we just ran for 3 hours and you haven’t even broken a sweat.” I looked at him. His forehead was coated in sweat. “I think you might want to take a shower before Emma wakes up,” I tease. He smirks, “Let’s go inside.” Emit walks past me and opens the door.
I follow behind him. As he goes to the bathroom, I go to the guest room. I see my sketchbook on the floor with the pages fluttered open. I carefully picked it up. The page it was open to was torn out. I knew looking at the drawing behind it which page was ripped out. Tears gather in my eyes. I will find whoever did this.
The drawing that was missing was the drawing of my parents. It was the only picture I had. And now I needed to redraw it because some dickface decided to take it. I stormed out of my room.
I see Emma in the living room with a page in front of her. She looked up at me, “Rihanna, I need you to tell me something. Who are these two people?” She showed me my drawing. I hold a blank face, “Why did you take the drawing?”
Emma got up, “Answer me Rihanna. Do you know who these two people are?” “First answer me. Why did you look through my stuff?” The woman’s cheeks gained a purple tint, “Rihanna, do you know these people?”
I took a deep breath and yelled, “If you really think it was your business, they were my parents!” The color fell from Emma’s face, leaving it a pale blue almost white, “Your- your parents?”
“I don’t think I fucking stuttered!” I state, “Now. Why did you feel the need to look through my stuff?” Emma stared at the drawing of my parents, “They had a child?” I start tapping my foot, “Yes, Emma, they had me. I’m sorry if you weren’t informed, they died!” Emma looked up at me and yelled, “Yeah I know that! I know they were killed!”
“Then why the fuck are you suprised I exist?” I yelled as Eli walked into the room. Eli put his hand on my shoulder. I jumped and punched at his stomach. He luckily was able to move out of the way before my fist hit.
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