-Chapter 30 part 3-Sometimes people just need to be stabbed-

                                    

                                          
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Of all the sad things I have ever heard, ”I used to be happy” is the most heartbreaking of all.
                          
-Nikita Gill
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-Chapter 30 part 3-Sometimes people just need to be stabbed-
                          
-Emma's: Point of view - 
                          
I was right now taking a nice warm shower, trying to get this nervous feeling out of my system. My mind just kept replaying the little scenario over and over again not letting anything else but that occupied my mind.
                          
The way Leo kept looking like he wanted so badly—  to make the blondie disappear, didn't go unnoticed by me. His eyes seemed darker and much more sinister the more he stared at her. 
                          
Shit, I was beginning to feel bad for the beautiful rude blondie. Who looked like a little rabbit ready to hop her way out of there and never look back.
                          
And how Kevin's cold gaze, locked on the redhead, got me wishing not to get on his bad side. 
                          
Who am I kidding, I'm already on his bad side the moment we locked eyes with each other in the hospital room.
                          
When I finished doing everything in the bathroom. I quickly got dressed in loose-fitting jeans with a soft pink sweater and some dark grey Timberland boots. My fashion sense wasn't the best but I'm trying to find something that would not make me look like I don't know what I'm doing.
                          
It was cold today, and I don't like getting sick. Even though... I'm not even going outside today. But just to look kinda presentable in front of the guests today as Ms.Nancy likes to put it.  She tells the boys to dress up nicely, whenever my dad's friends come over or any important guests. 
                          
So I quickly picked up the little habit to not get on her nerves. The last thing I want is to make her furious. I'm already walking on thin ice around her.
                          
I quickly dry my curly long hair and fix it, into a half up and half down hairdo.
                          
A few days ago, My father took me to a salon, saying that I needed to change up my look. The stylist only cut three or four inches of my hair. The majority that was cut off, was the dead ends that were making my hair get all knotted.
                          
I looked at myself in the mirror for one last time. I was so different from those girls who were undeniably beautiful… But that's life, right? We can't all be identical. There's no fun in that anyways. 
                          
I quickly made myself out of my bedroom, down the bright hall, and finally downstairs. The first thing my vision catches is the sight of Leo and the beautiful blondie putting the plates and the utensils on the large table. 
                          
I felt so out of place, like a third wheel. 
                          
Should I make myself known?... No. It's probably not a good idea especially when they look like they haven't made up yet. 
                          
Should I go back upstairs and lock myself in my bedroom, until they finish with everything?... Why not, that sounds like a good idea. And it would probably save me from being in such an awkward situation, again.
                          
I turned around and made myself towards the dining room doorway, as quietly as possible. Sneaking my way to the doorway like a quick skillful ninja on a mission.
                          
"Where do you think you're going, Emma?"I get startled when I hear his deep voice. It was much friendlier than before, like… if he was talking to a frightened kitten trying to run away from him.
                          
I turned around avoiding his curious dark gaze and quickly mumbled out " To my bedroom, Leo. " 
                          
"Did you forget something, upstairs?" He asked as he made himself over to me, leaving the blondie staring at both of us from the table.