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Chapter 3: Sorry?

Chapter 3: Sorry?

Emma’s P.O.V:

"Don't Rick!" Mom begged as she tried her best to pry dad's hands from around my neck.

"First you sneak off yesterday to some boy's house without my permission like a little tramp and now I catch you trying to sneak in this late,"

I tried my hardest to gasp for air as he held onto my throat, I felt the tears stream down my cheeks as I desperately tried to gasp for air.

"Rick you're going to kill her,"

He slowly released me from his death grip before glaring at me "where were you?" he seethed.

I stumbled to the ground, light headed while I gasped for air. When I finally regained my composure I glared at him.

"Where. Were. You?" he repeated angrily.

I switched my gaze from my dad's furious face to my mom's sympathetic one. I chuckled at how hypocritical she was being right now, if she really felt sorry for me I wouldn't be in this position now would I? Soon enough I felt his hand around my neck again and I glared at him as he slowly tightened his grip threateningly. "I'll ask one more time where-"

"I was out f*****g Sean," I answered indifferently. I heard my mother gasp and I almost smirked when I saw a hint of surprise in my father's eyes. He didn't respond for a while and at that point I really didn't care anymore. "What mad because you weren't the one on top this time?" I whispered harshly to my father so only he could hear.

"You little b***h," he growled.

The Following Day.

Sean’s P.O.V:

Its lunch time and I still haven't seen or heard from Emma. I've been completely disoriented all morning, I can't concentrate on anything. As soon as I got my lunch I made my way to the bench at the back of school where Emma and I would usually have lunch together. As soon as I arrived I sat on the bench, pulled my phone out and quickly dialed her number and waited anxiously as it rang.

She better pick up this time.

The phone rang for a long time and I was about to freak until I heard that heavenly sound of the receiver picking up.

"Emma?"

"Yeah"

"Where are you? Are you ok? I've been worried sick"

"Sean relax. I'm fine, I decided to skip school today I ju--"

"Emma where are you?" I seethed interrupting her response.

"Hanging at a bar-why are so angry?" she mumbled.

Something's off, she's too happy or at least too indifferent,

"What are you even doing at a---you know what forget it, which bar?"

"Cuboid"

"Don't move"

With that I hung up and threw my lunch in the trash. I walked, more like sprinted through school and quickly caught a cab. So many thoughts where running through my mind,

Why the f**k is she at a bar anyway? This really pisses me off. As soon as I got there I paid the cab driver and took in my surroundings.

A bar? More like a brothel, out of all the bars in this town she chose this one. I rubbed my temples to soothe my now throbbing head ache before making my way into the bar. I scanned the room in search of Emma when I finally saw her at the counter speaking to some guy I almost lost it, I took a deep breath calming myself before I strode over to her. "Emma!" I murmured once I was directly behind her seat. Her head quickly shot up in my direction and a goofy grin quickly replaced the indifferent glance she gave me when i first walked in. That was odd. I looked from Emma to the person she was speaking to earlier and stared at him for a little bit. He looked the same age as us, but I haven't seen him around before. He then smirked at me.

"She your girl?" he asked.

I narrowed my eyes at him and ignored his question "who are you?"

He widened his eyes at me for a second before chuckling a little. "Don't worry I'm just a friend, the name's Derek," he responded before stretching his hand out to me. I stared at him for a while before I turned my attention back to Emma. I looked her over to see if she was okay physically.

"Don't worry she only has bruises," Derek stated causing me to avert my attention back to him.

"Excuse me?" I asked darkly.

"I said she only has bruises nothing major, you were checking if she had any serious injuries right?"

I looked from Derek to Emma then back to Derek once more. "I don't see any bruises," I stated

He let out a heavy breath and stared at Emma intensely who had her head lowered. She looked like she didn't even know where she was.

"Emma you should go with your boyfriend now," Derek stated. She looked up at him and gave him a toothy grin.

"Okay, thanks for the medicine," she replied.

Medicine?

Emma slowly staggered to her feet before clumsily turning to face me, she was about to walk pass me, but I held her in place right in front of me. I was worried, she was acting like she's high.

I then turned my attention back to this Derek guy. "What the hell did you give her?" I seethed.

"Relax, I just gave her some pain killers she'll be fine the medicine is just strong it'll make her a little loopy,'

"Why did you give her pain killers?"

He then shrugged his shoulders "she looked like she needed it more than me," he answered nonchalant.

I gave him a confused look before he smirked at me.

"Don't worry I'm not some kind of creep I just wanted to do something nice today, the meds should die down in a couple minutes I gave it to her hours a go and stayed watch so she wouldn't do anything stupid under the influence,"

I stared back at him in disbelief, who exactly is this guy?

"Sean?"

The sound of Emma's confused voice broke me out of my thoughts. I looked down to see her staring up at me with furrowed brows.

Great she looks a little sober now

"It's time to go," I stated. She looked at me then towards Derek seemingly confused.

"What happened?" she mumbled more to herself than me.

"I'd like to know that myself," I stated getting even more pissed by the second.

"You should get those bruises looked at Emma," Derek informed before getting up and walking passed us. When he left Emma quickly turned around to me with a confused look still etched on her face.

"You know him?" I asked still holding onto her so she could have some support to stand. She shook her head no and I let out an exasperated breath. "Come on we're leaving," I stated before letting her go and walking away from her. Once we we're outside I stared down at her, she squirmed a little once she saw the look I was giving her and lowered her head so she couldn't meet my eyes.

"Emma what the hell were you thinking, what's are you even doing here?" I seethed. She glanced up at me then turned her head away. "Are you kidding me right now you can't even give me an answer?"

"I don't even know how I got here in the first place," she mumbled. My eyes were narrowed at this point and I had to take a deep breath before I could respond.

"Are you trying to piss me off right now?" I asked my voice dangerously low. Her head immediately shot up and I could tell she wanted to cry.

"Look I don't know what crawled up your ass, or who gave you the idea that you could reprimand me like I'm some f*****g child, but I don't have to explain anything to you."

I blinked when she said this and fought the urge to smack her in the back of her head.

Was she serious, did she honestly think anything she did today was at all smart or safe?

I let out a heavy breath in an attempt to calm my nerves. "You should be at school not at a bar acting like some i***t skank,"

"What did you say?" she asked threateningly.

"I said you should be at school with me not at this place talking to Dean or whatever the f**k his name is," I responded my voice just under a shout. She then glared at me before laughing sardonically.

"I get it, your jealous of Derek," she murmured. I narrowed my eyes at her before shaking my head in disapproval.

"If you think I'm this pissed at you because of jealousy you're an idiot."

"Stop lying of course its jealousy you're just like everyone else you want to own me and keep me to yourself like-like some kind of doll, well you know what? f**k you and f**k Derek and every other asshole out there that thinks they can just waltz into my life and do whatever the f**k they want to me."

What the hell was this psycho talking about?

I eyed her for little while before shaking my head. "I'm the one who should be pissed here not you," I stated calmly, "You skipped school and ended up at some bar without even knowing how you got there and on top of that you were drugged by someone you don't even know, how does any of what I just described sound safe or at least smart?"

She then chuckled. "I don't mean to sound dramatic, but what's the point Sean, what's the point of going to school, you, my dad, mom or anything else for that matter, huh? I might as well just stay in the comatose state I was in earlier and forget about it" she answered monotonously. At this point I was staring at her with a smirk playing on my lips in pure amusement. She looked at me confused and I sighed.

"You and I both know that's bull s**t, your ass should be at school not at some bar getting high with guys named Derek-"

"I wasn't high," she interjected. I gave her a pointed look and she immediately lowered her head.

Who could stay mad at that type of behavior? Everyone else but me I guess.

"So miss Emma how much have you had to drink?" I asked in stern yet calm tone.

"I don't remember" she mumbled. I looked at her dejectedly before letting out a frustrated sigh.

"I'm surprise they even allowed you to stay inside," I whispered under my breath.

"Sean, I'm not going back to school so don't even bother trying to make me I have a lot going on and being pressured by those disgusting teachers is the last thing I need" she said in a determined tone. I bit the inside of my cheek contemplating on what to say next. A couple minutes passed before I nodded my head in defeat.

"Fine" Her eyes quickly met mine, I know my response shocked her, but what's the point of dragging her back kicking and screaming. "Let's hang at my house for a while, we'll be in and out before my parents get home. Don't worry."

Emma's P.O.V:

"Well you must be hungry". Sean finally blurted out once we came through the door. I walked into his living room with Sean following suit.

"Not really," I mumbled. We were awkwardly standing next to each other in Sean's living room. I fidgeted with the hem of my shirt and nervously bit on my lower lip.

Not so many great memories in this place

He shrugged his shoulders in response, before turning to look at me "So what do want to do?" he asked obviously recognizing my nervous gestures. I looked at him then averted my eyes to his staircase.

"How about we stay in your room," I suggested in a quiet voice. He nodded in agreement before brushing pass me and headed for the stairs once he was half way upstairs he realized I was glued to my spot in the living room and quirked an eyebrow at me.

"You know you actually have to walk to make it to my room," he joked. I gave him a nervous smile before walking towards him and following him into his room. Once we were inside he sat on his bed and I sat on the ground next to his bed. We stayed quiet for a while I started to play with hem of my shirt again.

Just calm down it's not the first time you've been in here.

"Emma I'm still really pissed though" Sean stated quietly breaking the silence.

"And why is that?" I asked not bothering to look at him.

"Do I really have to repeat myself? I was worried you should have called me earlier," he reprimanded. I shook my head before I turned to look at him in pure amusement, I couldn't help, but burst out in hysterical laughter.

Was he serious, who does he think he's fooling?

"What's so funny?" he asked clearly getting angrier.

"Who _cares enough to __worry about __my sudden absence at school?" I asked between laughs. I was so caught up in laughing that I didn't even realize that Sean still hadn't responded. My laughter quickly came to an abrupt halt when I caught sight of Sean's saddened expression. I cleared my throat and averted my gaze to the floor. "Sorry" I mumbled.

Great now he pities me, like I needed his sympathy. Who cares that nobody gives a f**k about me it's been the same for five full years. And I didn't need some one's sympathy to get through it all.

"For what" Sean finally said after almost some time, and before I could answered he continued, "You're right, who gives a s**t whether or not your absent one day of school? Who gives a s**t if you got beat up by your dad, who cares if you come to school with new bruises every day, matter of fact who cares if you're dead or alive Emma?"

I was speechless, all I could do was stare at him. He was looking at me blankly with a slight smirk on his lips, "was that what you wanted me to say? That I don't give a crap?" I blinked at him before turning completely around so I couldn't face him anymore,

What was his point for all this? To show me that nobody cares? Well, good job I guess.

"Well Miss Emma I'm sorry to say that I f*****g care!" he said in a caring yet playful tone. I could practically feel that sardonic smirk of his burning through the back of my head. He then chuckled before sitting on the ground next to me and wrapping his arm around my shoulder like he always did when attempted to comfort me. I kept my head turned away from him and blinked back the tears that threatened to fall. "I don't know how long it's going to take for you to see that I care Emma. I know you're going through s**t you don't deserve and if I could get you out of it now I would. But I can't do that when you do dumb stuff like you did earlier". I sucked in a bit of air to muffle the sob that threatened to escape my lips, it took a couple minutes for me to compose myself and once I was sure that I would be able prevent my tears from falling I gave him a nod of the head.

Sean's P.O.V:

I inhaled deeply before shaking my head in both frustration and guilt. Great she's shaking like a leaf and refuses to look at me. Now I just felt like s**t, she's like this every time I get angry at her and I just can't stand it. "Look Emma I'm sorry I just__". Before I could finish she bounced unto the bed and embraced me tightly with her head on my chest, I was shocked at first but I gently wrapped my arms around her in response. I kissed the top of her head as she cried softly into my shirt.

I hated when she gets like this it just reminds me of how broken she is and it's all because of father... I wish I could f*****g kill him, but that's not going to solve anything now, no what she needs now is a friend to look out for her.

-"Don't worry I'm just a friend, the name's Derek,"-

I furrowed my eyebrows as the memory of Derek suddenly popped up in my head and pulled away from Emma so I could look her in the eye. I know that it might not be the best time to bring it up but in this case sooner is definitely better than later. I stared at her and brushed away the remainder of her tears with my thumb. "Emma earlier at the bar that Derek guy gave you something for pain, am I right?"

She gave me a confused look for a while before the look of realization completely took over her face. I stared at her in curiosity awaiting an answer.

Emma's P.O.V:

I stared at Sean for a while before lowering my head "I don't know, I can't remember," I mumbled. I heard him sigh before he tilted my head up with his hand so I could face him, I quickly averted my gaze to a spot on the wall of his bed room refusing to look him in the eye. He gently moved his hand into my hair before gently stroking my hair. His touch was so gentle I almost began to cry again.

"I would appreciate it if you didn't lie to me." he murmured. I slowly pulled away from him and almost whimpered at the loss of his touch.

"I-I said I don't remember," I answered hoarsely still refusing to look at him.

"Emma please you can't just keep stuff like this to yourself—"

I tuned out the rest of what he had to say as I got lost in the memory of last night that I was trying so hard to forget earlier

-Flash back-

I stumbled to the ground light headed while I gasped for air. When I finally regained my composure I glared at him.

"Where. Were. You?" he repeated angrily.

I switched my gaze from my dad's furious face to my mom's sympathetic one. I chuckled at how hypocritical she was being at that instance, if she really felt sorry for me I wouldn't be in this position now would I? Soon enough I felt his hand around my neck again and I glared at him as he slowly tightened his grip threateningly. He was mocking me he wanted me to cry, beg, scream even, but f**k that and him. "I'll ask one more time where-"

"I was out f*****g Sean," I answered indifferently cutting off his previous sentence. I heard my mother gasp in the back ground and I almost smirked when I saw a hint of surprise in my father's eyes. He didn't respond for a while and at that point I really didn't care anymore. "What? Mad because you weren't the one on top this time?" I whispered harshly to my father so only he could hear.

"You little b***h," he growled. I closed my eyes tightly bracing myself for the pounding of a life time and almost immediately blinked them back open when I wasn't on the floor hunched over in pain. Instead of my seeing my father's furious glare I saw him retreating to the living room and I almost burst into tears of joys when I heard him leave through the front door.

"Emma," mom sniffled from her position from the other side of the room. I simply rolled my eyes before brushing pass her, walking upstairs and making my way into my room. Once I locked the room door behind me I sat on my bed and stared blankly at the wall.

So this is what not giving a f**k felt like?

I let out an exasperated breath before laying back on my bed. I stared up at my ceiling and I almost snorted when my mind had drifted to Sean for a minute. What the f**k is wrong with me. I almost chortled when I remembered earlier events, I was stupid...I don't even deserve him. His dad was right I am vulgar. And my mom, who was I to judge? After all it's not like she's the only one that ... I slowly inhaled to steady my shaky breathing and blinked back a few tears that threatened to fall. No way I'd shed a single f*****g tear for him. I slowly closed my eyes as an agonizing yet familiar thought pierced its way through my head. It would be wishful thinking if I thought he wasn't going to r**e me. He was never the sharing type and after I told him that about Sean. I exhaled a shaky breath, he was going to rip me apart. I turned to my side and then fluttered my eyes open allowing a single tear to escape, I angrily wiped the tear away before turning back over onto my back. No use getting all worked up over it he was going to ravish me, might as well take it like the slut everyone thinks I am. I closed my eyes tightly and tried my best to will the fear away. Stop acting like it's your first time dammit... remember you're doing this for mom. I let out another shaky breath trying my best to calm my nerves,

-"Emma I'm starting to think I love you too,"-

A slow smile crept up on my face when I remembered what happened earlier. It was then at the sudden memory of Sean that I took a steady breath and calmed down, after a couple minutes of Sean related thoughts I slowly drifted off to sleep.

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"Emma," I heard him call my name in a drunken slur. I fluttered my eyes open to see my father leaning against my door. I slowly leaned up in my bed and turned my head to my alarm clock. "Three in the morning," I breathed, "I was expecting an earlier visit". I glanced back in his direction where he was looking at me from the door and laughed bitterly to myself. "What's with the stalling? Finally grew a conscience about f*****g your own daughter," I mumbled bitterly. He simply chuckled before walking toward me and sitting on my bed.

"Don't be so impatient," he murmured in my ear before straddling me.

"You reek of alcohol,"

4 hours later

I slowly moved off my bed trying my hardest not to throw up. Bastard took me three times. I violently wiped away the tears that began to fall and inhaled deeply. I slowly turned around to ruined sheets and shook my head, I can't believe I still bleed even though it not the first time. I slowly removed the sheets off my bed and threw them on the floor. I turned to my alarm clock and bit down on my lower lip. I need a drink.

-End flash back-

"Emma? Emma," Sean said shaking my shoulder. I blinked up at him and sighed.

"What?" I mumbled. He gave me a worried look before cupping my cheek.

"You need to tell me what happened earlier,"

Easier said than done.

I gave him a small smile before removing his hand from my face and then bringing it to my lips. His eyes widened a fraction when I did this and I took that opportunity to move closer and kiss him while he was still in shock, it took a little while, but he responded soon enough. He cupped my cheek and pulled me close enough so that our bodies were pressing against each other. I fisted my hand in his hair and grasped on to his shirt tightly as if it would give me some sort of support.

"Sean Anthony Danielles!" I heard a more than familiar voice yell. I quickly pulled away from him and stumbled to my feet to find Sean's fuming mother at his door way. "The hell is happening here?" she asked clearly fuming. She was staring directly at me like she was ready to kill.

"Sean, I should go" I said quickly attempting to walk pass her through the door.

"Oh no you don't," she seethed holding onto my arm. I pulled my hand from her grip and glared at her. "I don't want you corrupting my son ok, obviously you're no better than your mother"

I flinched at her comment and shivered a little at how close to home she got with that one." I swear just how many men has she opened up for?" I clenched my fist at my sides refusing to look at her.

"Mom what is wrong with you?" Sean interjected walking toward his mom and me.

"What's wrong with me? The real question is what's wrong with her father, he should have a better handle on his wife even if he has to slap her around a bit,"

Say that again

"Mom what the hell-?"

Smack

"Don't you dare talk about my mother like that" I growled retracting my hand from her now inflamed face. It was after I noticed the suddenly tense atmosphere and the look of disbelief plastered on her face when I realized what I just did.

Great I'm definitely f****d.