Kiss and Tell

Emily just thought she was going to your average One Direction concert.
Emily just thought wrong.

Emily's 18, and when she and her best friend Jenny turn up to a 1D concert to find it's cancelled, they aren't pleased. All too fast, they're sharing a hotel with the boys, and Jenny's changed. Drastically. They discover parites, clubs, drugs and fame. Jenny's going off the rails, hitting headlines for the wrong reasons, though she's not the only one making mistakes. Emily gets pregnant, oblivious to who the father is. Let's just remember not all stories have a happy ending, and where there's love, there's drugs, and where there's drugs, there's guns..


22. The Battle


I want Jenny to see this. I want her to see all of it.

I'm a different person now. I'm not the Emily I used to be.

I'm no longer innocent little Emily who never fights back. I'm not the punching bag.

I'm a fighter. And so let the war commence.

The mirror looks back at me, reflecting a bulging stomach carrying the soon-to-be-born baby.

A girl, make up free, short cropped blonde hair, stares back. I reach my fingers to the silvery glass, our fingertips touching. Goodbye, Emily. I'll miss you. But the fighter inside of me, she's not pretty little long haired, sweet Emily. This fighter wants revenge. And she'll go through everything to get it.



She doesn't look up.




There we go. Her blue eyes flicker across me, before falling back onto her phone. Wait, she takes a second look, her eyebrows raising. "What happened to you?" She says it in a bad tone. I press my lips into a sarcastic smile.

"I woke up, that's what happened."

I can tell she's planning what to say next. I'm outsmarting her. My guns are firing harder than hers.

"Well it's about time," she answers finally. I raise my eyebrows.

"Ha. Well maybe it was for the best, eh Jennifer?"

Her eyes pierce into me. I get the impression she doesn't like being called Jennifer.

"Urgh, this new Emily is such a bitch," she drawls. "Bring the old one back, nerds are better than bitches."

"Ha! You can talk Jennifer!"

"For f***s sake, stop calling me Jennifer!!" She pushes a hand into my chest, and I stumble backwards. She pushed me? I push her back. Harder. And she stumbles into a big expensive glass sculpture, and all I can do is watch as it smashes to pieces.

What have I become?



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