My Future *Book 2 to My Bobby*

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Emily is about to marry Bobby. But everything gets in the way. School, work, her parents and family. Can she keep up with it or does she goes way in over her head? What happens when she begins to rethink accepting the ring from Bobby?

Bobby is very possessive about Emily. What happens when Bobby is tired of working hard, faking nice, and picking arguments? Was marrying Emily what he really wanted?

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9. Chapter 9

Emily's POV

I wake up screaming only to feel a pillow. My heart racing, I find my window cracked open and Bobby gone. I bundle my sheets to my chin and stare at the moonlight. He left me. Was I really that terrible? I press my hands to my face and fall into a fitful sleep.

The next morning when Bobby's waiting outside his car for me, I glare at him and walk down the street. "Emily!" He seems to catch on that I'm intentionally avoiding him. I hear his shoes on the pavement and the sound of his many necklaces clicking together, then he's right in front of me. He holds my shoulders. "Em?" He looked confused. "What's wrong?" "You left me!" I burst. He looks pained. "Em, I think I'm the cause of your nightmares." "No." I whisper, pressing my fingers to my temple. Then I started to think. They started when he was with me. And they ended when he left. "Oh Bobby!" I throw my arms around his neck and he hugs my waist automatically, rubbing my back. "It's okay. Shh baby girl it's okay." I bury my head in his neck, inhaling his scent that was probably all over my bed by now. He leads me to his car and we drive away.

He pulls into the cake shop, and until that moment, I completely forgot about the wedding, and a now familiar tight feeling comes on my chest. I plaster a smile on my face and walk in. Every cake tasted like ashes in my mouth, but I could tell how some of them were good by the way Bobby's face lights up and looks at me hopefully, and then how some of them were disgusting because he spit it in his napkin. In the end, we decided on a marble cake. I mean, it was what he wanted the most, and I could care less about the cake. I just wanted this to be over with. When we walk to the car, he looks at me worriedly. "Hey Em, you alright? You're pretty pale." I nod and press my lips together, finding it harder and harder to hold back vomit. I get into the car and stare out the window in silence. His hand interlaces with mine and he casts me a small grin. I smile a little back, and it was as much as I could muster. What was wrong with me? It seemed as if in seconds we reach the ring store. He helps me out of the car and chews his lip. "We can do this tomorrow, honey." I wince at the word honey. "You don't look too good." I smile as much as I could bear. "Let's do this." When we walk in, everyone's eyes were on us. I was thinking it was because we were teens, but then I remembered. I looked like a mess. I just wore Bobby's black sweatshirt and neon orange track shorts with gray vans. My hair was in a messy bun, and my skin was white. Oh god if I knew we were going to do this today....... Bobby sweeps his hand across the case. "Anything you want." I stare intently at the rows of rings and diamonds and pearls. Finally I point to a silver one with three simple diamonds encrusted on the top. He pays for it without blinking and a simple silver band for himself. I put the ring on and really smile for the first time that day as I watch the light shine off my new ring. He helps me into the car and we're off again. "Bobby, can you take me home? I feel kinda off." He nods. "Do you want me to come?" At that moment Bobby was the LEAST person I'd want to be around. "No thanks, it's alright." He looks a little bummed but I didn't really feel anything. What was wrong with me, seriously? I was starting to get scared. When he says bye babe, I slam the door and run into my house, taking the stairs two by two. I lock myself in the bathroom and rummage around the cabinets for something my mom has had for years. Pregnancy test. I pull one out of the box and use it, pacing the bathroom, my heart flying out of my chest. Then I look at it and get light headed. The sign was positive.

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