the one thing i am sure of (mi's side)

The one thing I am sure of

“hmmm, ummm, uhhh.” I mumbled frustrated at my self pissed off that all the words I was forming in my mind where coming out as nothing more then groans and mumbles and little wines.

I squeezed my fingers deep into the matted fur of mister hop and felt the breath increasing in my chest and getting stuck not to mention the nausea in my stomach. I bit down hard on my lip and with the fingers on my plastered hand I dug my nails into the flesh of my other arm. Now I still couldn’t talk and worse of all I wanted to scream again. Just because I couldn’t do anything else and it felt like I might explode if I didn’t do something.

I more yelped then screamed while pushing my body back and forth franticly rocking while burying my head In between my arms and in my utter frustration I throwed My Hop across the floor growling at the same time before picking up the speed of the rocking and squeaking with every breath that escaped from my chest.

“What can I do Emmet?” Esmee mumbled Walking over to me still on her hunches and I felt her delicate fingers smooth through my hair. “You always no what to do Emmet tell me how to make it better for her.” Esmee demanded despretly.

“You do make it better for her honey.” Emmet said crouching down beside her and putting a long arm around her shoulders. “I think she is still in there somewhere Esmee and I think that’s down to you.”

It was entirely down to her. That I was sure of.