Broken Bad Boy novel Chapter 21

PERCIE

Eight months ago…

My parents arranged a three-day funeral for Emma. I was there every day. We bumped constantly, but I didn’t give a damn about them and their feelings about me. 

They loathed me, so I did the same. They disowned me, and I did the same. 

Emma was sent to her grave in the late afternoon on the third day. I was with my grandparents, who were there with me all the time. I left after throwing white calla lily to Emma for the last time. I walked away without looking back. 

I just lost Emma. I lost everything—a reason to live, hope to have a better future, and I just lost the only person who cared about me. I lost everything that day because Emma was my everything. 

I stopped at an old rusty bench just outside the cemetery. I sat and remembered how we met again. 

“Percival, come down! I would like you to meet someone.” I heard Dad yelling from the living room.

I ignored him. I was sketching an anime character I created in my sketchbook when he called my name again. 

“Busy. Not interested!” I yelled back. 

A few minutes later, I heard a soft knock on my door. 

I groaned loudly. “Jeez. Can I have a little time for myself?” But I knew that wasn’t my parents—they weren’t used to knock. 

I stood up from my bed and opened the door. “What?” I snapped. 

My heart leaped from my chest. I knew for sure my eyes were wider to see who was right in front of me. I swallowed hard. My lips dried instantly. How did it even possible? I even forgot to blink, scared that she would disappear before me.

She chuckled. 

She had the same wavy brown hair as mine. Hers was longer down her chest. We had the same brown eyes, nose-shaped, and lips. 

I was almost a foot taller than her, but the rest, we were almost identical. She was just a girl, and I was a boy. 

“Did you see yourself in me, Percival?” she said with a smile on her face. 

How could this even be possible? 

I walked closer to her and paused. I watched her closely, scanning her face. I could count every freckle on her face. That was how close my face was to hers. 

“Nicely done. Who’s your surgeon?” I cupped her face with my hands to make sure she was real, or it was just some kind of hologram. 

Her face was warm and smooth.”I didn’t undergo plastic surgery. At least, not yet. I might lift my nose a little ‘cause yours is perfect.” She was real.

 I released her face. “Who are you?” 

I saw my parents approaching in the corner of my eye. 

“Emma. Emma Peyton Holmes.” She offered her hand for a handshake. 

I shook it immediately. 

My smile widened. I felt an instant connection with Emma Peyton, or maybe because we both shared the same DNA. 

“She’s staying with us, Percie,” Dad said with a hint of guilt in his voice.

“We’ll talk about it later.” Mom sounded like Dad. 

For once, I didn’t care. I already got it without any explanations. Whatever their reasons were, I didn’t give a damn.

“Good,” I said shortly.

I looked at my parents, grabbed Emma’s hand, and dragged her inside my room. She was looking back at my parents, but she did neither refuse to come with me.