Chapter 71 As You Wish
Emma's heart dropped like a rock; she could hear the scary vibes hidden in George's words.
George wanted her gone!
Her brain was all foggy, her hands were sweaty, and her vision was all messed up.
'Alright, George, if that's what you want, I'll be out of your hair soon. Then you can be with Anna, no strings attached. You three can live your happy little life. But...' Emma thought about Lucas, the kid Anna ditched. With a mom who didn't give a damn, he must be having a rough time. She wished she could see Lucas one last time before she checked out.
A clock chimed, and cars zoomed by outside. Each sound hit her like a punch.
She cried silently. Was life supposed to be this crappy or happy? But she had no happy; no one gave a damn about her.
George had no clue what Emma was thinking; he just saw her eyes, empty and lifeless. Panic hit him out of nowhere. He tightened his grip on her chin.
Emma couldn't break free, so she let George rage, her eyes drifting to her phone screen nearby.
Emma's phone lit up. Michael: [Does the wound still hurt? If you need help, hit me up anytime.]
Michael's message was like a warm hug, brightening her dark heart. Her heartbeat sped up, and a tiny smile crept onto her face.
But that little bit of joy got smashed by George's fury.
George glared at Emma's phone. His face turned dark, jealousy and anger flashing in his eyes. Emma felt a wave of unease and a dull ache in her heart. She tried to hide the phone but failed.
"What are you looking at?" George's voice was low and dangerous, like a predator ready to pounce.
"Nothing." Emma didn't dare meet his eyes, scared of the anger she'd see.
"Nothing? Checking out a message from Michael?" George's voice got colder, dripping with sarcasm. He stepped closer, like he was ready to rip her thoughts apart.
"I..." Emma tried to explain but got cut off.
"You think I don't know about your flirting?" George's voice was like thunder, making Emma's heart quake. "He only cares about your looks, right? What else do you have besides that face? What else can you do besides seduce guys? Wearing bandages all day just to play the victim! How sneaky you are!"
George suddenly ripped the bandage off her face. Blood gushed out, staining her cheeks and even splattering onto George's eyes, making him look even more bloodthirsty.
George was shocked by what he saw.
He thought Emma's facial wound had healed. Instead, it was worse, her mangled cheek horrifying.
"Don't look!" Emma painfully covered her face, tears streaming down.
She couldn't take the humiliation, her heart filled with grief and anger. She didn't want George to see her ruined face, so she turned and bolted for the door.
"Where are you going?" George's commanding voice rang out behind her.
Emma didn't look back; she just ran. She dashed out of the house, her mind in chaos. Her heartbeat pounded like a drum, the sounds around her fading, only the despair in her heart growing.
George didn't bother chasing her; he sat quietly on the sofa, waiting for Emma to come back on her own. But the longer he waited, the more anxious he got.
Emma wouldn't really bail for good, right? She wouldn't off herself like that day, would she? Even if she did, it'd just be for show!
George tried to calm himself down with these thoughts. But when he remembered Emma's desperate pleas, it felt like she was still in the room with him.
The wind whistled through the cracked, old window, and George kept glancing up, eyeing the falling leaves outside suspiciously. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and walked to the window.
A bright moon hung high in the cold sky, its light hitting him right in the face. He stared at its cold glow, filled with doubt and worry. Did his eyes look as cold as the moon to Emma?
The moonlight also wrapped around Emma. She ran into the park, everything around her becoming a blur. Her steps quickened as if she could outrun all her pain. But then she slipped and fell into the pond.
Emma struggled to surface, surrounded by the freezing water, but her body felt too weak. Above the water, sunlight filtered through the ripples, mocking her helplessness.
Just as she was about to give up, George yanked her up with strong arms. His figure appeared blurry but determined above the water, dragging her out and holding her tight.
Even though George had no love for Emma, her haggard face haunted him whenever he closed his eyes, giving him no peace.
"What are you planning to do now?" George's voice sounded in her ear, filled with urgency and anger. Emma felt the warmth of his chest, but her heart was filled with endless sorrow.
She leaned weakly against him, tears and water mixing, blurring her vision. She wanted to struggle but had no strength left. George's arms were like iron bands, locking her in place, suppressing all her struggles.
"Why are you doing this?" he asked softly, his voice filled with complex emotions. Emma looked up, seeing the mix of anger and concern in his eyes, feeling a sharp pain in her heart.
"Don't you want me dead? Then I'll do it as you wish." Her voice was weak, almost drowned by the sound of the water.
"Are you threatening me?" George's voice was low, carrying a hint of helplessness and anger. His hand gently touched her face, his fingers brushing against the bloody wound, causing a sharp pain in his heart.
Emma's voice choked. Then she laughed, tears streaming down again.
"Do you think death will help?" George's voice grew even lower, as if suppressing his inner rage and anxiety, like the whisper of a demon.
The moonlight was dim and desolate. The noisy sound of the water had subsided, and her sweater, soaked with icy water, clung tightly to her, freezing her blood. Emma couldn't even feel the presence of life.
She thought to herself, 'Is this what death feels like? Alright, it's fine. If I die, so be it; at least it would bring some relief.'
"George, I really miss you," Emma murmured, gradually losing consciousness.
She seemed to hear George say something softly, like a butterfly flying. She wanted to lean in and listen, but she fainted in George's cold, hard arms.
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