I waited exactly five minutes with my head on the steering wheel. When I heard the passenger door close, I put the ignition in drive and pulled out of my drive way.
I looked over at Em. "Baby, I'm not mad at you."
She didn't look at me. "I'm just concerned."
"Don't be."
I reached across the dash board, and grabbed her hand. I rubbed small circles on her knuckles.
I brought her hand up to mine and I kissed them.
"Don't leave my sight tonight. Okay? These parties get crazy. I didn't really want you to..."
She cut me off and said, "I can take care of myself. I've been to a party before."
"Not like this sweetheart." I mumbled.
She sighed and continued looking out the window.
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Our Messed Up Lives
Teen FictionEmery is bulimic and anorexic. She has to quit school in order to take care of herself. Sean is the quarter back of his High school. He is addicted to alcohol and cutting himself. When Emery comes back to school she is completely shunned. Will Sean...
